The old crow

The venerable crow
Came to my deck, flying slow
In his beak a bauble.
“This gift,” he croaked
“Given to my sire’s grandsire
Who hatched before the war,
By your king, for the friendship
Aid and valor of our tribe.”
“we come to you now,
Granddaughter,
To fulfill your oath
Your valor is needed in the murder”

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