Poem: Brother Crow

High in the treetops sits brother crow
Caw caw he cries into the bluster
Of the north wind bearing down
On his flock taking flight
Beating ebony winds to escape
The chasing gray clouds
Bringing cold rain now
Soon though it will be sleet
Followed by the freezing snow
Caw caw he cries into the twilight
Come and follow into the horizon
Black feathers that are darker
Than the moonless night


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