THE NIGHT OF CROW’S DEBUT WITH THE ANGELS
One crisping, swooping, starwaving night
In a bent old snaggy olive tree
Perched half behind a broken blight
Sat the nightingale singing tra-lee, tra-lee
For, you see, Friend Hopper’s bulgy sight
Beamed in twinkles: “new symphony”
So Miss Nightee Gale ran up and down trills
To warm all her chords in fore-warned mystery
Miss Nightee Gale trilled and thrummed the hills
So happy she was to please her friends for all history
Then who should bash, crash, smash down old limbs
But that one crow, Rusty Crow, who for corn only cawed
Who now disturbed the night song, the star-song to dims
So puzzled was Nightee Gale at daybird leaving her tune all pawed.
“What are you doing here, you greedy follower after dropped sheep’s corn?”
“What are you doing in my olivey bower, my starry runey chorales?”
“Oh, Nightee, the family kicked me out of my stally nightbed in scorn.”
“Oh, Nightee, the family pecked my snorey caws in their corrals.”
“Oh, is THAT all? Is THAT your only reason for such treason?”
“Well, Brother Rusty, we shall soon mend all in your throat;”
“For Friend Hopper just scraped a note of new angel reason
“Bringing to all critters a new tune for all, no matter their boat.”
So Miss Nightee made room for Ol’ Rusty in her bower
Upon agreement that Ol’Rusty run chords in his throat
While lifting his corned eye always to starry shower
To bring harmony in rusty throat now with thrumming smote.
Now Ol’ Rusty and Miss Nightee bloomed like a flower
Of sweetest essence rising up to enfold angel’s coat.
Soon Galing tunes and Crowing chords formed a golden harp
On which the Peace and Goodwill Angels played over hills
And into lanes beside a cattle stall where sheep made a tarp
To cover small baaing heads bowed before heart’s thrills
Hushed by a new baby’s gaze beaming love without carp
To answer chorus of Rusty-Nightee band sending no bills.
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