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The Crows Come at Sunset

Came across this lovely poem today. Perfect encapsulation of an often-scorned, often-dismissed, but wise critter, the crow.

Poet's Corner

THE CROWS COME AT SUNSET

From all corners of the sky

Black silhouettes winging together as a noisy flock

On their way to their secret destination

Which I long to know

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