The crows converse behind my house
beating their wings against the orange sky
a puff of breath
a trestle of twigs
they tell the truth
in humor, they sing.
M.
The crows converse behind my house
beating their wings against the orange sky
a puff of breath
a trestle of twigs
they tell the truth
in humor, they sing.
M.
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