Sandhill crane,
sandhill crane,
stay in your wooded-lane.
Don’t you know,
your kind is nearly extinct,
so you better think
before you cross the road,
you can’t survive a full carload.
Sandhill crane,
sandhill crane,
it appears you possess quite the bird brain,
but you’ve got one thing right,
of love, you don’t make light,
because, I hear, you mate for life,
so, I suppose, she must be some kind of a wife!
Walk casually across my lawn,
while I’m present or gone,
like you own the place,
and you’re not in any hurry or race.
Squawk and flap in the air, like a prehistoric creature,
every aspect of you, has such a dramatic feature!
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Wow, I love odes for critters. Such a statuesque bird, ad lovely song.
I’m now imagining this crane giving side-eye while crossing lawns like a runway model lol
I have a single one here, I don't know if it's young or widowed. Then again maybe this is the single one that comes to my house- as the crane flies, we're pretty close lol