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Sealed beak

The crow perches and watches,
all that walks below him.
With his black, silky feathers his waits,
as if holding a secret.
Keeping his beak closed tight,
he keeps the truth hidden.
None will know if he doesn’t speak.
his black, stone eyes dart to both sides,
making a quick chuckle to himself,
before he opens his wings,
taking flight aside the moonlight.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 3/29/2012 8:48:00 AM
Enjoyed this very much - crows are an under appreciated being =)
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Date: 3/29/2012 8:27:00 AM
Great picture you have painted with this poem.
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