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If a Crow
updated: Mar 12, 2011, 8:00 AM
By Tracy Wren
If a crow were to sit in your hand,
Its black feathers would soak up the bitter rain,
And keep you from soaking up bitterness instead,
As you feed the Chinese geese that wait
Under the cooking apple tree outside the kitchen window
Where the apples are bright green.
If a crow were to sit in your hand,
It would eat the bitter apples
And keep you from eating bitterness instead
As you go about your chores in the early morning
After the storm, in the cold grey
That hides the patient fox.
If a crow were to sit in your hand,
It would caw a persistent warning
And distract you from the bitter knowledge
Of the duck that stretched its neck too far outside the fence
And got its head torn off by the fox,
Tired of green apples and Chinese geese.
If a crow sat in your hand,
You could throw it back in the tree,
And grow bitter instead,
From eating bright green apples,
In pelting rain,
And save your own neck.
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