make it rain twisted blackmail the crow cries,
i apologize to the knife,
the blade slices at my knees,
a passive aggressive blow just annoys a tiger,
I keep my claws in and growl,
the crow laughs.
I bide my time, pouncing is unnecessary,
a limp threat dangles lifeless from its beak,
no meat there.
yet still the saliva curdles in its wake
the appetite for feathers smiles knowingly,
crows are a satisfying lunch,
such delicate bones! so easily shattered.
An illusion of power plays in the crows eyes
i can make him go away she thinks.
The cards fall from her pockets,
I smile...there is no jungle without the tiger.
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