The crow is crowing,
Perhaps some guest will come,
The crow is crowing,
The continuous cawing
Sometimes taking a tune
And turning lyrical,
The harsh remains it not harsh,
But turns it musical
To hint it
That some guest is coming,
You wait for,
Wait for his coming earnestly
And he is coming,
The crow is cawing
To tell about
The arrival of a guest.
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Great poem about how the crow fly in the early morning to tell about the arrival of a guest. Thank you for sharing.