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The crow finds a nest to spend intoning

To lay eggs inside, to switch the hurdles

In the wake of perils  from the pecker race

And the snakes loitering to the woodland.

For living and playing games with the sparrow

To be dinned natural like the cloud beams.

For lackluster in the deep light of the sun

Fallen underneath the shadow the big banyan. 

When I trained you in the midst of deep sleep
At eight to ride the dreams like golden rays
A  bicycle, loping the rays of the sun beside you
As you wobbled away from the hedges and bushes
On two round wheels as if you prepared to run,
In the open field of rounding to sharpen;
The teeth of the snakes in surprise when pulled
By telling a voice like ahead down the curve
The path of the park, in the wake of the beautiful lake
I kept waiting for the thud inside the hole of the mouse
Of your crash as I pushed the cat to embrace death.