Once upon a time,
A black crow landed at my feet
It was able to speak
A language I couldn’t understand
It spoke very animated
I wish I could comprehend
What the little bird was trying to say
Its voice had the soothing liasion of the French
But spoke with the power of the German tongue
And the precise intonations of English jargon
Knowing this however
Didn’t help me understand my new avian friend.
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I debated whether it was hungry or hurt
I happened to have bread
Having done my shopping
After work
I broke off a morsel and chucked it
For my hungry friend
But it kept on talking
Still I did not understand
I tried to reach for it
To see if it was hurt
But it fluttered away from me
Then came close again
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In the sky
There was a thousand birds
Couldn’t tell whether they were crows
The crow looked up
Then looked back at me
It pointed one of its wings to the sky
And kept on talking
Then it dawned on me what it looked like
Like a witness of something mad
Is there trouble little friend?
Are those birds running away?
The crow took a tiny step and flew away
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As if forgetting something
The crow flew back at me
And in perfect English
Said to me
I’m a raven not a crow
And I’ll be back for you
Each of us must retrieve one soul
But you’ve been kind
I’ll give you time
Go and hide
It took flight
In the opposite way.
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