flabbergasting the coward
I had walked over to the side of the house to watch two crow making the most of their racket -I applaud the erratic dedication of all things persistent- as they crash in and out of the shrubbery wings held high thrashing the supposed barricade of their own revolt this morning has brought a stilted defiance of season along with it I am not licking my chops if not for leftovers there would be perhaps nothing left for meal it seems every creature is awaiting the egg so that we may raid the nest for now I tuck in my shirt with no abounds but this verse instilled-
Mat Gould
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