The crow and his vassals survey the dumpster,

He announces his wrath

At the empty bin and leaves, furious capo,

The younger birds scattering on the fall wind,

His univalent will thwarted;

And allows the wind to carry him over

Tree-covered walks and slate-covered rooftops

And finally even the steeples of St. Thomas,

In search of another container, and now

Only the raucous blue jay or the blade-tailed mockingbird

Will challenge his chilly watch,

Harassing him as they fly alongside in pairs

Over the great copper beeches on Lancaster Pike,

His clumsy wingbeats suddenly lengthening

To a smooth steady flight as he leaves them behind, a great

Bagpipe of a bird cawing his loud coronach over the campus