Stoned Bird of Grern Prey and Mischief
A raven sat in a branch above watching
In a silent meditatitive state of wonder
Looking intently downward at the Earth
Spying its prey with a stoic stare of awe
Below sat practitioner of herbil austerity
Crossed legged 'pon the ground smoking
Enjoying doob of spiritual high relaxation
Recharging his metaphysic flesh battery
The sweet vapours went up into the tree
Fumigatin’ the black bird of corvax genus
The high aroma a fine scent to the crow
Making feathers tingle with vital energies
The stoned geezer sat trance like mashed
He began to muse, speculate, contemplate
To fill his soul wi’ good green positive vibe
The raven saw his chance striking swiftly
Throwing himself from the highest branch
Gliding down like a a launched paper plane
His beady eyes took aim and went to nick
Its beak nipped the doobie quick as fuck
He scored his prey of green amusements
With haste it departed with its score of pot
The stoned geezer laughed a laff out loud
And thought– bloody hell stone the crows!!
