Sunday, December 21, 2014

The Crow (A Poem)

He lands in his nest
to end his little ones quest
who joyfully open their beaks
and he carefully keeps
food in them grain by grain
brought through so much of strain
the little ones of the crow
through grains steadily grow
soon learn to fly
and no more in their nest lie
as they learn to fly
one day away they fly
leaving their parents to die

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