Above the green grass,
against the blue sky,
below the grey clouds,
two black crows
thuggishly mobbed another,
an albino,
chasing, harassing,
bully-banishing

"Leave him alone," I shouted
"Stupid birds, he's only another crow.
Can't you see the world is coloured?"

"You should talk", croaked a crow.
"Yeah, your lot do it", said the other.
"Maybe", I said, embarrassed,
"But we're trying to stop."

"Of caw-se you are," sniggered one.
"Caw blimey, I should say so," said the other.

"We really are trying," said I, quietly,
turning away.