CROW CHOW TIME
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In the golden light of dawn, a crow calls out, perched alone. By the water, seeds are strewn, and a feast awaits, beneath the moon.
Another crow, on the ground, pecks at grains, a treasure found. A
snail creeps by, slow and small, witness to the crows' morning call.
In the golden light of dawn, a crow calls out, perched alone. By the water, seeds are strewn, and a feast awaits, beneath the moon.
Another crow, on the ground, pecks at grains, a treasure found. A
snail creeps by, slow and small, witness to the crows' morning call.
