On a morning walk
I did hear the sound . . .
a shrill “caw-caw” that
stayed with me around
the track an hour with
no crow to be found.
From start to finish
I felt I was bound
to the bird I heard
and its song doth hound
me still, to the point
I appear so wound
as to be left with
a single oath . . . zounds!
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