The Morning Crow Swipe

There is a local murder of crows

with whom I’ve got a little gripe.

For every single morning,

my dog’s food they try to swipe.

And when my poor old dog notices,

oh my gosh—the absolute chaos and hype!

Today I saw one with its beak so full,

biscuits nearly blocked its windpipe.

She’s chased them off for now, she thinks,

but even as I type…

…I see them lining along the fence,

getting ready for another dive and swipe.

-          Cat Heffernan

About The Morning Crow Swipe

This poem was inspired by the weekly word of the week from The Toy Press - Swipe.

Every morning, our back garden descends into utter chaos, as an opportunistic murder of crows do their best to swipe my dog’s breakfast.

Why not just feed her inside? Two words — Big Cat. A creature far scarier than crows, whose antics deserve to be the focus of their own poem (or ten!).

Soon, soon…