The crows
Came and complained to me
Of the shots being fired in the dark
Why oh why
They asked of me
Should hunters be allowed in the park?
Silent and still
I listened to them
And the thought then came to me
When men behaved like savages of old
And on killing fellow-beings did agree
Then how, oh how, could they be expected
To leave the crows scot-free????
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Author:
safina (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
I have absolutely no idea - but I'm with the crows.
it is those who cannot help themselves who need a helping hand...
hope all well at your end. Take care, stay safe, happy and healthy
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