I Am The Voice of Poetry Said Crow

I am the Voice of Poetry said Crow.
abd answered with a Shadowy Call
Without all my Feathers, what would I Know?
Without their Virtues, I wouldn't Enthrall

I'd not know where to mate or to Borrow
From one Talon of mine to ANother
Unknowing I may appear as their Sorrow
The Humans who fear me I don't KNow How

What can I do but watch their Despair?
Fly over their Heads make mine their Vision.
Oh My Poor Brother! How he must Suffer
What Torture Unbound must he Overcome?

I am What you Make of Me  Call me Art.
The Power of Unknowing Certainty.