And in the morning

Standard

 

Laugh like a raven bird

But make way,

For the spread wing can span

Wider than

The narrow room we sleep in.

 

Crow like no-one else has

Ever known

How to crush cheek to chin,

Fuse flesh and

Wear the skin that you slept in.

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