Crow barred..

Black crow, dead again,
Staked out on a pole
Upside crucified, yet again
Alongside the eleventh hole

Eyes closed, dead again
Blood drips blackly from an eye
Feathers flutter, wet again
Shot and punished for its crime

Black bird, dead again
Tied unsightly and obscene
Other crows, to scare again
And keep them from the green

Wings crossed, dead again
Swinging on its stake
High strung, cruel again
One crow does not a vandal make

Wind blown, dead again
I’m angered by the deed
A lone crow, killed again
While pecking for its feed

A poor creature, dead again
For digging up the moss
Beautiful black bird, DEAD AGAIN
For golf - we tolerate its loss.