Hurtling through bringing
His views and some old news
Back from the past
With stories that will last,
Incessantly cawing,
Incessantly hungry,
My friend the crow
Came to show
That even a crow
Can caw sweetly,
Precisely, melodiously,
And I await now
Another day, another time
When he comes hurtling
Through-- when the crow
Caws sweetly I'm alive.
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