The Crow
The Crow
His three-times-a-week nightmare voice was scary
until it wasn’t on Halloween morning.
His voice changed to calm. And, that was scary!
His scary voice he was mourning.
‘I’m so down because tonight in
the garden I won’t be able to tell very scary
stories (in
my not at all scary
voice) to my crow friends!’ he mumbled to
himself on the barbeque.
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