Crows
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Mahfooz Ali
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Sitting defiant and black
upon a tree.
Black feathers against,
a blue-grey sky.
they are harsh and strong
scavengers of nature
They sing their own song.
speaking to the dead it seems
to me, and
to you.
They cries long
because for our attention
They sing their own Song.
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