you are crow

I think you are perfect,

Said the crow to his friend.

His friend dipped his head,

Clacked his beak. Why, oh why? He said.

Because your black feathers shine and gleam,

Because you tumble and roll with the wind,

Because you fly beside me every day,

Because you never turn away from me,

Because you can go anywhere, anywhere, 

Because you are crow, you are crow.

His friend, tingling too much,

Leapt from the branch, into the blue,

Up, up, as the other watched and called.