Sooted wings slice leaden sky,

Arrogance in flight.
With just caws they wheel and deal
Around offerings of corn,
Their next meal.

Walking stiff-legged,
This importance announced.
Until a furry-tail skids in
Grabbing a bite, busting up the party
Oblivious to their croaky din.

Off they blast to who knows where,
(Have you ever seen their Young?)
Crossing and mumbling among themselves.
Wise ones of the Morrigan, fled
Until a better time.
Their search continued on
Till day is gone and They are better fed.