the filthy rooks cawed and shat
their ammonia laments over
this gentle dawn and the spell
was broken. They want revenge,
or at least justice, and every
swallow, swift, finch or wren
reminds them and us of what
might have been. And that is
why they cloister in the high
branches and plot.

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