The corvids evidently know something,
how they discern the coronavirus
enigmatically puzzles scientists,
causing a flutter of commotion, birds
of the corvid family know sick people
relatively faster than a lab test,
virtually unheard of in science,
in fact, it sounds more like fake news, a story
decidedly fabricated to sell
shitloads of domesticated ravens,
even Edgar Allen Poe wouldn't write
veritably unsolicited lies
in the news media to make money,
definitely not to sell poetry,
ears to the ground say someone trumped it up,
nobody is pointing fingers at whom,
to be clear, children aren't screaming out loud,
liar, liar, liar at the TV,
yet, the President is on all channels,
killing it in the polls, re-election,
nobody wants to believe possible,
of course, in a worst-case scenario
we all vote against him and he still wins,
smells fishy that Electoral College,
of course, nobody graduates from there,
maybe you're as bird-brained as the ravens,
even though you may be smarter than crows,
tell me how the ravens pick out people,
however unlikely this story is,
in the park under a tree, a raven
noticing a sick person follows them,
giving great concern with a caw, caw, caw.
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