Outer Limits
Through no fault of my own doing
Yet then from all the fault of my doing
The crows have deemed me outer limits
No matter the signals of peace sent
Crows know faces and it’s my thought
one was watching the day the rooster died
and he flew to tell the murder of the deed
A fate awaiting them should they near
I feign to imagine what other deeds they’ve seen
Telling the crow world of one so craven
Perhaps I shall wear a mask when in the yard
Attract them again in some future new generation
But they pass on the story to the offspring
The cock crows thrice and I am cowering.
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