The crows were crying aloud
The sound in such a terrible mood
Somewhere their companion in distress
May be killed, wounded, or trapped
somehow, I came outside to find something
The mystery of bird's life nearby
Alas it was a pitiable thing also hopeless
The poor bird hanging in the wire
Electrocuted itself somehow, no one can help
The destiny of the poor bird ended there
The crying crows were a menace
But how can I get rid of them a question
If I tried, attack was immanent and danger ahead
Slowly and carefully I returned to my den.
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