A crow was lying on the pavement dead
Who has murdered the messenger of death?
Its black plumage exposed it the sun
Still holds its plutonian sheen
For a second I stood transfixed
As to pay my last respects
As to absolve myself
From the wrath of the dark master
Of this hapless crow
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If this were some little wren
The tiny ants would have already settled
On its beak and eyes to gouge
No ant dares settle on these dark eyes
That looks down to the underworld
and in my head sounds an eerie caw
Avenge me master of this gore
They have broken the old rule of yore
That to a messenger no harm shall befall
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My mortality flashed across my eyes
As I sat at the high stool
And the shoe shiner handed me a newspaper
Chattering on about his dreams of youth
A murder of crows fluttered in my mind
And in unison went on their caw
Avenge me master of this gore
They have broken the old rule of yore
That to a messenger no harm shall befall
Wow! Outstanding Kizito!
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thanks dear!
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Amazing! Beautifully written. ❤️
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Thank you dear!
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You’re very welcome.❤️
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