Amidst the rolling hills and valleys low,
Dwells a creature most strange, a curious crow,
Inquisitive and clever, with feathers black as coal,
Venturing forth each day to seek his goal,
Hopping and flapping, he explores his domain,
And there he finds a secret, a hidden name:
Hidden in the grass, obscured from view,
Oh, what a mystery! Who knew?

© Rosely1998