Daily perched high up on the wires,
Cawing and squawking mercilessly!
annoying us with their infuriating calls.
This dark winged furies of the day,
that inculcates a revelatory of truth
and through their divine eyes,
revealing a periphery of visions.
But how often we have detested them,
as a superstition maligning our lives,
when we have simply failed to comprehend
the unforeseen, and sometimes the unpredictable.
Can we blame them for our shortcomings?
How insensible we the living are,
grasping at our own ignorance as truth.
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