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Spake The Crow

I, in a traipse through a green
wood, came 'cross a noble crow,
down lustrous and carrying its
shadow in color. In the vice of its
ballasting clasp laid the remains of a
fetid rodent, reek and the larvae of
flies and little more left. And perhaps,
in light of my revulsion, the crow did
adjust its head, marble eyes ink-black,
and I did address, "Crow, why may you
not take flight and chase the living instead
of preying on foul carrion?" Unblinking,
he did not deny it, and spake saying,
"My lineage is not to be made trifle, for my
father and his forefathers feasted on the
dead, as will my children and their children
long hereafter." At this, I added, in strengthened
recoil, "But were you to try fresh death would
you here understand your blunder." And the
crow did pause, and it did slant its head to one
side as if gathering thought before it spake,
"Who are you, human, who desecrates the
very lands that shelter us both, who lays paths
of waste and decay, and slaughters his neighbor
for paltry gain, to pay such judgment? Through
your eyes, the fallen have no use, yet I gladly
take my fill of them. What I do, I do out of need,
while your kind fulfills wants beyond necessity.
In that respect, it is I that should look down and
cast disgust upon you."

Written by GraveyardBard

(Mr. Addams)

Published 30th Jan 2015 | Edited 22nd Mar 2015

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Re: Spake The Crow

Anonymous

31st Jan 2015 00:33am

Again..wow! Your words blew me away, this is amazing from one so young. You have a great talent my friend, looking forward to reading more! Welcome to DU 😊