Amid the winter's biting cold
And the wind's bitter howl
Sat the stalwart crow
A black sentry surveying
From a high wire watch tower
Vigilant eyes peer
Beyond the icicles hanging
Into ice frosted windows
That distort the shadows moving inside
But the black bird sees enough to know
So is now involved
A part of the story being written
On pages with too many contractions
Violations of terms
And sharp edges, that cut as you try to leave them
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC
Amid the winter's biting cold
And the wind's bitter howl
Sat the stalwart crow
A black sentry surveying
From a high wire watch tower
Vigilant eyes peer
Beyond the icicles hanging
Into ice frosted windows
That distort the shadows moving inside
But the black bird sees enough to know
So is now involved
A part of the story being written
On pages with too many contractions
Violations of terms
And sharp edges, that cut as you try to leave them
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