Poem: A "Murder" of Crows, a "Conspiracy" of Ravens

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A flock of crows is called a "murder". A flock of ravens is called a "conspiracy", a "treachery" or an "unkindness".  English is weird.

The raven and the crow
got together for a chat
two black shadows
against a dying sky.

"How is your murder?"
asked the raven.
"The same old same old
nothing but arguments all the same."

"And how is your conspiracy?"
asked the crow.
"You mean my treachery?"
replied the raven.

The crow cawed in grim humor:
"Did you rename yourselves?"
The raven laughed and answered
"No, it means the same thing, you know."

"Well, whatever, are they doing well?"
The raven bobbed its head.
"Well, enough, although
Mother complains, same old, same old."

After a little more chit-chat
the raven and the crow
go back to their families:
one a murder, the other a treachery. 

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