In an utterance unheard,
The plundering rook vocalized his mourning dues
Greeting the soil with dejected gratefulness,
He plucked twice-dead worms from the shallow
The sky wept it\'s abundance to the earth, cleansing the willow\'s barren branches,
Rendering the rook content until sunrise should again return
The night settled gently, as wispy strains of evening tapered away until dusk had become but a passing memory
Then a dream testified to me:
\"If he wanders wayward into your plot, do not frighten the beast; only leave him to meddle, for he knows not what he does\"