Most of the birds around here
sing “tweet”, or variations thereof.
They make sweet music
and though their sounds differ
they are in harmony.
But the crows are another matter.
They inject dissonance
turning a symphony
into a cacophony.

In my last life I  may hve been a crow.
In this one
I’ve had the good sense
not to join any choirs.

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