“Crow Woman”

He who weathers the swirling black feathers Like a kill laid out by the skinner One ninety-eight eyes Across the dark skies With a story to tell the town spinner And the Old Woman knows It takes ninety-nine crows To serve up a man Sunday dinner. “Crow Woman”

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