Corvus albus
Who’s that knocking on my door?
It’s not those War Vets any more -
It sounds like a hammer with a nasty claw?
Who’s that clumping on my roof?
Not the Chef with a cloven hoof -
It sounds like a liar with substantial proof.
Who’s that banging at my gate?
It’s not Big Daddy designate -
It sounds like a braai fork on an old tin plate.
Who’s that beating my dustbin lid?
It’s not the ego, not the id -
It sounds like a stick against an iron grid.
Who’s that singing sweet and low?
It’s not Dear Uncle on the go -
It sounds – my God – it sounds like a crow!