i saw a crow feeding a crow a small scrap of metal from a toilet hole i ve seen the birds circling your big southern eyes what could they want it s no big surprise i ve seen the birds parting your cracked country mouth there s no wonder my love what this is about our nature s a monster we pull and we pry what will you find a crowbar a hammer a delicate word will open the door to the scavenger bird accept no presents for each is a lie whose depth you will know by the strength of the shine the ring on your finger it ain t worth the change you send down the wishing well bring me some rain the fields have gone dry blackbirds are starving for love of any old kind run your long fingers through the powdered earth it s you who brings the rain i saw a crow with the cock of his head he solved a great puzzle and hustled for bread a crowbar a hammer a delicate word opens the door to the scavenger bird