Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Humans



HUMANS”
The moment I croaked out,

A lady furiously came out.

I stared at her curiously,

But she stared hatefully.

I croaked to say hello,

She croaked to say go.

Croaking she threw a stone,

Which hurt with pain.

You “so called” humans,

Call us crows a bad omen.

 

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