"Crow's Fall

When Crow was white he decided the sun was too white.
He decided it glared much too whitely.
He decided to attack it and defeat it.

He got his strength flush and in full glitter.
He clawed and fluffed his rape up.
He aimed his beak direct at the sun's centre.

He laughed himself to the centre of himself

and attacked.

At his battle cry trees grew suddenly old,
Shadows flattened.

But the sun brightened -
It brightened, and Crow returned charred black.

He opened his mouth but what came out was charred
black.

'Up there,' he managed,
'Where white is black and black is white, I won.'

- Ted Hughes"

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