We secretly hope that birds will never learn...

The Secret
We secretly hope that birds will never learn.
Learn the secret to this new indigent world.
The one that has been taken over by the crows.
Making us work hours on end.
But us surviving humans know the secret.
The birds are two injudicious to realize the debacle coming.
Only the secret tells us how to break the code.
To open the door that will lead to the safe house.
The four digit lock on the wall across the lake.
The crows haven't noticed.
Hidden, not to look ominous by the seven thriving cattails.
Yet we work here, why not leave already?
We have tried but the crows came to close.
Hope that tonight will be the night.
If not I give my responsibility to you.
The one I heard the crow moan many years ago.
Save our world from these evil crows.
You know the code already, the secret has been told.
If your as injudicious as the crows you will fail my simple task,
but if your a human you'll succeed,
All you need to do is look to the past.

***Hey Miss. Geurin did you find the four digits?***
Fun! but I loved two of the poem prompts so I decided to make a prelude to the poem above with another one of your poem sentence starters! I also try to add as many vocab words as I can just so that I can form a new more erudite vocabulary.
"...Be Wary..."
Crows await the night at dusk.
They line every strip on wire.
Sitting atop the cables, they watch.
They've been there for decades.
In their state of tranquility.
But yesterday something novel happened.
Scientists pulled off one of the crows.
Unfortunately I saw it with my own two eyes.
The bird snapped out of it's trance.
Started muttering something...in English.
"...be wary...the rest won't...act...cordial"
Then the thing burned right through his hands.
They say the bird was baneful.
Sense then I have been in here,
they tell me what I say is surreptitious.
I have a bad feeling, all the dins I hear
Cause me fear.
One more thing.
The bird did said one clear thing,
"Keep the secret to your past close."