The broken leg jackdaw
he lost his greed with his leg
now saintly dumb
it's enough if he gets a crumb
complains not when foodless
knowing by his creator's grace
he would be given the span
this world needs his breath for
would live to run the length
in his lone leg's strength
felled by no deadly harm
till ends his term
The broken leg jackdaw
stands on the cornice
in peace
and his jet-black eyes
are deep and wise!
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