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Have you noticed when the ground
is rain soaked, the Crows will abound.
Down on the grass, working away.
Searching for worms, which come to
the surface for air. They must breathe
and the Crows will start feeding,
when ever they please.

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The Crow hopped
and cawed,
did a short
bouncy dance,
on the grass.
He did prance,
looking for worms;
his last chance.

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The Moon is full,
light poked through the leaves
of the towering, majestic Maple trees.
A lonely site on this Halloween eve
to look at the shadows
and how they will appease
the landscape viewed during the day.
A sight to behold; there it would stay.

The path wound through
the stand of trees,
among grassy meadows
and back again to
rise up the slight grade,
into the beauty of
a forest surrounded
by Glades of ferns and
flowers too,
is when I think
about missing you.

The coming darkness
of a long cold night,
comes gradually, once more
as day enters twilight.
When the light of day
dwindles down
and fades away
to a moonlit sky,
with stars a flicker.
We pass the time
but it goes not quicker.
When the dawn breaks
like a clap of thunder,
our night of fun will
still be a wonder.

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