A Distressed Feather

I soar up high, and thence swoop low, Seeking a haven, weary this crow; I yearn to roost, need repose n rest, To brood a family, first build a nest; But there is no tree, as far as I see, You’ve hacked them all, left none for me! Did Mother not tell you, we too … Continue reading A Distressed Feather

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