Crow baby

Baby crow, baby crow

Where do you go?

After you’ve taken the bread?

Where have you flown?

Another day grown?

Into the trees,

Then out toward the sun,

Is that where your umber wings 

Get their dye from?

Do you have a sweet secret 

That you’ve never shone?

Won’t you whisper it sweetly

Before we’re all done?

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