Crow Comment


A rook.

Crows nest, silent, alone,
Till their offspring have flown,
But rooks, cawing loud,
In a sociable crowd.

So it’s rooks that we find
Fill the popular mind
While crows fuel the Muse
Of the likes of Ted Hughes.

Jerome Betts

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Jerome Betts would be pleased to hear them.