A curious little bird.
They fear me, they respect me, they hate me.
They throw stones at me. I am either scorned or ignored.
I am a messenger. A story teller.
And a fortuitous thief.
This whole thing about death... Let's not put it on my wings.
Black plumage and uncomplimentary voice.
That's me. But I'm merely a bird.
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