Flying through the dark night sky,
Shadowy save for its evil eye,
A sparkling glint held in a beak
From a shiny ring stolen by this sneak.
Its ring deposited in a nest
Where this crooked creature stops to rest.
Soon they’ll fly like a feathered witch
To steal more objects they deem rich.
Ill fortune bodes when they fly near
Bringing to them loathing, hate, and fear.
They’re not bad, nor good, though,
Take them as they come–Murkrow.

-Odemon #198 Murkrow