At sunset the work is done,
the crow said.
We all have,
what we wanted.
The land will be ours again.
When...
we catch the last ones,
they are hiding in the shed.
So let us do what they cannot do,
work as one tonight,
you know what, how, who.
They are evil and what we do
is justice... right?
Together it is just a piece of cake,
So let's no longer hesitate,
since this is our last will
just feel the thrill.
Off we go!
Let us finish them all
right before sunset
as one, the way I said.
This is a pixabay.com pic of a crow. Above you can read my entry at the #micro-fiction-writing-contest. If you like to join too see 
