In Praise of Crows
It flew into my yard one bright autumn day
Reminded me of feelings
Severed sometime back
As the burly tattooed man attended to his chores
“They're beggars of the Earth.
Revolting creatures at that,”
She said mockingly
As the burly tattooed man walked out of the shed
My life began to be renewed once more
“I knew of one that attacked a child,”
The old women said
As the burly tattooed man blew it away
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