From the dreamy state
To the daylight of reality,
He could caw people out,
So was his ability.
No one could lie dreaming
Such shrill was his voice,
Timekeeper to the people,
Loathed by the boys.
Revered in his clan,
For he cawed the best,
Nudging all to wakefulness,
Who would stay at rest.
The crows deep in thought,
On the electric wire meeting,
"How would people wake up now?
Would they go on sleeping?"
But the town was happy
They could lie in bed.
The crow hung on the wire
Electrocuted, dead!
08/24/2016
05:52:20 AM