He Crowed the Night
The sound of the cicadas, piercing in the darkness, dree ...
They massed thunderous, unobserved sounds nocturnal, dree ...
crashing through the high it ... of and in .. wild ... disturbed, dree ...
In alarm the crow forgot him, the other, the sand, the surf
and the sixty gray rocks below the tree tops there
A friend was he of daylight, his special ways taught all.
but, the first move was black, now cut against
the too far off feet of that night.
It is the other thing he never could cry over ... death
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There you go Charlotte ;)
In the darkness there is death.
It was the first thing that they taught him and he never forgot it he could move unobserved in daylight too; in other ways. But the night was his special friend.
Now the high piercing sound of the alarm cut through all other nocturnal sounds: the dree dree dree of the cicadas, the thunderous crashing of the surf against the gray sand and the black rocks, sixty feet below, the wild cry of a disturbed crow far off over the massed tree tops.
By Eric V. Lustbader The Ninja
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