Mother bird, oh red-wing,
Valiant is the sight,
Of your hot pursuing
Raiding crow in flight.

Skyward still dispatching
From your stream-side nest.
Careful of each hatchling,
Startled from its rest.

Swooping, pecking, diving,
Driving threat away.
Instinct for surviving
Rules the air today?

Mother heart, oh wonder!
Sad you didn’t know,
From the brush down under
Comes the second crow.


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