Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Birdwatchers

In Russia, what's a crow to do
To pass the winter months so bleak.
Snow and ice ev'rywhere - 'tis true,
So find fun with them - so to speak.
For me a jar lid is a sled.
Take it to a rooftop with slant,
And turn it to a place instead,
Where a bird can slide to enchant.
People gawk at wonders I give,
And of course they need to film me,
To give purpose to those who live,
Glued to the Web what next will be.

The Web is watching this here crow.
Get a life people - doncha know!