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Unhinged: Black Bird Paranoia

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Unhinged: Black Bird Paranoia

It was an absolute accident
Unintentional, random act of wounded crow
One bird out of the tres’ into the fray
Did I hit him? Or did he fly into moi’?

The wicked bit of irony
Is that Poe tried to warn us
He told us about the raven to scorn us
And we thought him stark raving mad!

No one needed to conduct a deep study
To tell us the Ravens, Crows
And Blackbirds have memory
Even worse than a curse that they tell the others

And from one generation to another
From one flock to a flutter
They utter and utter and blame me for the harm
Though the fault in unclear, isn’t it?

Again, did he fly into me, or did I strike him?
Or her? One crow, one bird
A wounded leg only, but in the morning
They are there to watch me get the paper

Outside, a lonely walk down the driveway
To the newspaper box, a murder gathers
Gossiping, judging and driving me mad
For decades, yes, decades they spy

Eying, prying, glancing stares
From the pines, to the rooftops, the street and air
Circling, following, never leaving my side
I broke a bird’s leg, it did not die!

Blackbird, blackbird leave me alone
And haunt me no longer
‘Nevermore’ said the raven
Evermore said the crow



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