The Crows Gather in August by Carol Hamilton

__the clackery of their calls __count time a gift to open ______________and praise, I say ____but they fuss over hardened shells __and shout down silence _______like thwarted children ____we all know cold is coming _whether we will it or not ______and they remind me how desperate we can be

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