Fresh from his egg, a crow looked out
his world to re-arrange it.
As he matured, he looked again,
and saw no need to change it.
"Why don't you care to leave your mark?"
The owl called out in passing.
"You'll have to hurry, if you dare,
Life is not everlasting!"
The crow, now grown, surveyed the scene,
and found it to his pleasure.
His life was yet, had always been,
an everlasting leisure.
"Care not", he crowed, should this day pass:
"it's long enough to live in".
The owl sped by and dwindled fast,
enamored with the living.
The crow surveyed his perfect tree,
surveyed his perfect pond.
Surveyed his perfect sky above,
and knew that he belonged.
"No need to change a thing", cried he.
"No need to re-arrange it!"
As many changes came to be,
And crows need not explain it.