The Crow

She was after a long twig

I could not fathom quick

I only saw her going up and down

Carrying the same twig with calm

The twig was long and slender

But it was not so tender

It was difficult to put through branches

She was trying to give it the right arches

It was not easy to build the nest

It proved to be a major test

She wanted it to be the best

A place for her kids to rest

Everytime she tried to meander the twig

It fell through holes that were big

Each time the twig went down

Immediately the crow went along

This went on for a while now

I got hooked somehow

The crow ploughed courageously

The twig fell continuously

At last, the crow succeeded

The twig was where she wanted

Tenacity, I remembered

Could I achieve her standard?