crows are in the crook of the pin oak tree
keening with the wind that rattles the eaves
desperation builds in the heart of thieves
with a pitch as black as the high hazel seam
when the vow breaks
then the fable falls
down will come baby
fable and all
it's your call
now they're in the crook of the River Birch Tree
side by side preening silently
behind hall windows pacing violently
gathering trinkets from another's memory
when the vow breaks
then the fable falls
down will come baby
fable and all

Copyright: DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Writer(s): ANNA LOUISE KRIPPENSTAPEL, CATHERINE ANN IRWIN, CHRISTOPHER GEER MORGAN, DAVID WAYNE GAY, JANET BEVERIDGE BEAN, NEAL WAYNE ARGABRIGHT