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A lone crow
sits on a dead branch
this autumn eve On a withered branch,
A crow has stopped
Autumn's eve
They end their flight
one by one--
crows at dusk
perching on a mud wall
in the spring rain
a crow
A crow
has settled on a bare branch
Autumn evening
autumn passing
she hears the crow call
her name
Johnye Strickland
