A murder of crows

They all could have done it
they all were present
when the master had a fit
oh the site was unpleasant 
 

now here’s how it goes 
the murder of one
With five to expose
and then the job will be done

let the morning reply
October the third
the hour of twelve was on the way
And a silence but all from a crow of a bird

the cook was in the kitchen
dicing nuts and carrots
for the master, mr Cichon 
and his pet parrot 

the maid folded the linen
five sheets there was so
for those to sleep in
when the sun goes low

the butler in the parlour
examining the cage
of the parrot whose beak was like a piece of armour 
so big it could carry a stage

the gardener was busy 
harvesting the corn
and the soil was rather gritty 
To that’s when we heard the sound of a horn

we ran to the house
flung open the doors 
and saw a white blouse,
With a red face of wars

it was the master at least ,
his face began to slide
that of the deceased 
and with a nut by his side

the room was quiet 
apart from a bird 
For it was the parrot and his diet
that ended the third