A Few Things Like These (Ippatiyum Cila Vicayankal)
Among birds, I like crows very much. It's true; it is a thieving creature tactfully snatching away the eats from the hands of children. In deed, it is a foolish creature visiting and perching on the compound wall of the house and caws at the oddest hours. Even then isn't it my friend who looks at me and calls out to me in my village where I crawled as a baby and grew up and also in this city planted from elsewhere?
— Cinnakkapali (Translated by Nirmal Selvamony)
There were three or four crows standing on a branch in the trees outside our balcony, so this poem feels very timely.