Crow
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Patricia Gale
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Black as night
You sound above my window
Arriving at first light
Many a tale has been written for the crow
But none see you as I do
Your ravenish manner
The beauty you fail to behold
Your feathers black twitching as you sing
Telling of storys never told
But none see you as I do
You were not given colors of glory
Nor a song of beauty
Your presence is death in some stories
You shriek at me as if it was a call of duty
But none see as I do
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