The Ravens on the cables
Standing on it cackling noises high
Nobody cares to shoot the birds
Scavenging for food scarcity abounds
Once there was a fruit tree
The Ravens would fly in the morning
They could have a feast of delight
For months they could satisfy
One day the woman chopped it off
She decided she had enough of the noise
Leaving the Ravens with nothing to find
Standing on the cables silence reign a while
For days the Ravens didn't appear
Even if they do show their presence
Silence seem the order of the time
Because the fruit tree was gone
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