The Raven
I scavenge, but clean
I scare, but bring discipline
I portend darkness, but do I have a choice?
I steal cuckoo’s nest, but help it sing melodies in the forest
I sit and croak on a ledge, but bring news of the arrival of a traveler
I am not stupid, I brought up the low water level in the pitcher and quenched my thirst
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