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Crow Quarrel - A Human Exchange

Two angry crows Perched high in a tree Covered in snow Dancing the breeze Broken branches sway And decrepit leaves Fall A moment in time Without resolve Leaning in to see A quarrel of greed A nut, perhaps a seed Stolen in need Three angry crows Perched high in a tree I glanced for a moment Laughed And walked away Reaching the house The arguing fades Perhaps, a meeting of the minds But, who's to say

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