dear crow,
¨when a well packaged web
of lies has been sold gradually
to the masses over generations,
the truth will seem utterly pre-
posterous and it´s speaker a raving
lunatic¨-(i refer of course, to love..lily)

he thinks of himself:
crows are clever
crows mate for life
they can remember faces
and have regional dialects
we mourn..
generously endowed in
the cranium
they can use a black and
decker and hoard..but does
she love me..?