Crow perched on mud cake fence flickered his beak, head, neck pupil hopped from eye to eye
Her teeth peeked out of veil of lips youth has way of eying passion coy fingers coquetted with womb of clay sly shred of straw slid down quivering rope of air
“Fly away crow” eyes said shyly and he did Prepared hurriedly to greet stranger many times so the omenistition has it
Crow glided to mud cake fence yet again
“Fly away crow if someone is on his way I await” she wished and he did
Wisdom descended on vacated spot on fence in mind
Still gaze sent a sigh to sky “no one, no feet are on trail no traveler awaits embrace no one shall ever”
