a crow piddles
with a puddle of
flattened remnants
so preoccupied
the crow almost
becomes a puddle
itself to trickle down
the city street drain
into the sewage
stomach that vomits
its vile bile Nile
into the lower wetlands
where crows dress
in formal black and
call for banquets
of puddles to piddle with
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