A crow sits on my windowsill
watching my every move
delicate flowers fall at his feet
as life slowly pours out of me
we keep eye contact
I can't let him win
As I blink only once
Across his beak he shows a grin
our battle continues it's now 12 to 10
it's a matter of life and death
And the game has only began!
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