Best The Crane Poems

I am a crow.
And I refused to eat the flesh. 
I am a dissident
And now my feathers
Will never be black again.

I am a crow.
And I have left the evil mark.
I am no longer close to all that's dark
And now my friends
Will never be near again.

Alas,...

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Across the river there’s a crane
That’s 30 stories high,
The operator like
A Lego man up in the sky.

As loads are lifted in the air
And gently set in place,
I wish that I could clearly see
That operator’s face.

I know I would be terrified 
But likely, he is not.
I...

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