A murder of crows above my head
Sit in a tree so bare.
Patiently they wait for a kill,
Blood to spill everywhere!
They have not long to wait
And are always fed plenty.
For often enough a kill happens
Far down below.
They do not mind
What form their food takes.
Just wait for a kill then,
Steal the stone cold prey.
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