My backyard friends

Md. Rezaul Karim, Assistant Professor, Southern University Bangladesh

I forget that they are there-

I don’t remember time sometimes-

When I was late in the lunch,

They keep waiting and waiting -

I don’t notice-

They do,

I had to carry more bags in a year,

If they were not there.

They are our friends-

Fond of us-

Love what we detestez,

And hate to caste;

Without them we would cost more

Of our health,

Money and time;

They are my and our friends

Without whom many of our jobs and

Environments would become unbearable.

In the morning they wake me up,

While keep on crying-

Till the sun rise;

Again we love and enchanted when

They fly back in flocks to the forests;

That can be seen from my four storied veranda

Me, my child and dear praises,

How pleasant and enchanting the glowing

Sun-set light reflects.

They are my friends and we call them many names;

I love them for their jobs and efforts

I love them and look at their friendly black eyes-

They don’t care, but weirdly aware

Lest we bother;

They are Crows, black silky crows.