The Birdie Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The birdie

Had I not heard them caw,
I would have never thought,
That ravens and the crows
Competed, or had a fight!

I did and looked around,
Saw a raven, three crows,
The latter were afraid,
Prior was large, firm!

Looked at them mesmerized,
Not of shouting crows,
But from the shuttlecock
That raven held by mouth!

Kept thinking about it,
And reasons behind it,
Recalled the memories,
Of Tehran University,
Badminton, Sattari…

Was that a game? Playful?
Wondered how could be used!
As a pillar to build a nest?
Was that theft a mistake?

Feel glued in that moment,
Puzzle and question same:
"Do the Ravens play?
Or was it a wrong theft? "

Why birdie, shuttlecock?
Why did the crows caw?