Palette Part IV

BLACK (The Crow)

“They just don’t like me, Robin.

The humans, I mean

And I just can’t seem to figure out why.

Robin?”

He sat on the wire

Staring at the diminishing figure of the robin in flight

And sighed.

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Palette Part III

White 

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What names would they christen him with

If they’d see him sit

At the table, drinking his milk

Upon mummy’s silk

Skirt, alert!

A cause for caution.

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No proof should display

No lead to hound

Upon commencing his play

On the playground

And thus his lip must be wiped down.

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Stage: lain

Manfulness: feigned

A child made to drink his milk.

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Knotted looks of little mens’ business

Overlooked by her care

No eye shall know this bargain

Lest they capture, they capture a good share.

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