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I was inward bent though outward bound
And heading to our promised rendezvous
When without as much as a warning sound
When something hit and stopped me in my track

Some object hit my head and onward flew
Oblivious of what was going around
Engrossed in my coming tryst with you
My hand went up and touched bleeding wound

Without ever as much as a warning sound
Like when a coconut hits the ground and cracks
I reeled and heard cacophonous cawing
And knew I had been tattooed by a crow

For it was closing in and withdrawing
As if it wanted me to fight or go.

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