"Is 3 crows an attempted murder?"

In a grey world full of street pigeons with
Swarming seagulls, like locusts, here squawking
Over nothing, fight each other for scraps
I have lived a thousand times the crow king

Watch the others, known as foolish yet quick
Cunning vs my superior intellect
Seeing the old distraction in fighting
To swoop right in, and steal your prize perfect

Feeding youngsters staring into night sky
Pondering do other birds understand
Problem with no way to communicate
Questioning creation, what it has planned

Leaving out your scraps, old man I feel you
Looks dead in my eyes, says “I know you do”