Calling in the Crows
Written when newly re-located to the city and missing my crows. Hear my voice in your cold dark dawn frosty branches and purple streaked sky. Awake! rouse yourselves! heads removed from covering wing. Come now, to this small city dwelling. Fly above the cliffs and the barren cornfields, majestic architecture and city churches. Let me hear your noisy ponderings as
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