What a magnificent sight
As black as the night.
Larger than the rest
You have been blessed
With a sleek black shine
Like the hair of a concubine
When you make your cawing sound,
It’s then I look around.
I look up high
Up where you fly
To the tallest of the trees
The black crow lands with ease.
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