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the inner force 3. the chickens ’home

He ascended the stairs

The boy went to school in sad

He was late

Then he went to his work as he
thought

The father hesitated

While he went on foot

His step brother and sister took the
bus

He cried and ran

Or all would be lost

Man could be remarked

There was some fault

That son wanted to be achieved

That was bad wish

I wish one of us was dead”

You are not my father

He screamed and said,”

He tried to kiss his son

His father called at him

When they ascended

She also kissed her children

Her step mother kissed his father

When he was out

At
his bag

Then he hid

He kissed her a lot

He forgot his hurt and pain

He danced and jumped a lot

He carried her and celebrated

With chickens those attacked

He found the cat in fight position

He laughed at loud

When he opened the chicken’s door

He expected his future lost

He expected everything wrong

His horizon was collapsed and closed

He ascended with inner sad

When he stole out

He got up with a big sad

His step-sister and brother watched

The neighbors looked

He hurt him in a strong

He caught a stick

The father ran and returned

You laughed at him”

In spite of hurting him

Oh! Bad one

The wife screamed and wandered,”

Forgetting to show him his pathos

Where he was

Forgetting to ask him

He laughed and tried to hang him

When he saw his son at that manner

His
father came with
astonishment

She opened the door and released a
high sigh

From their stools

After he cleaned his clothes as he
could

Ordering the chickens not to touch
her

He ascended and knocked the door

He cried and lifted her at the hill
of chaff

When he saw the cat without move

He laughed for a moment

At his lips and face

The chickens’ beaks

He got up according to pick up

In spite of the cold

So he tried to get warm

Over all his members

Covering with hens over his chest

He slept hanging his cat

He opened the chicken room’s door

He reached the last floor






 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The boy went to school in sad

He was late

Then he went to his work as he
thought

The father hesitated

While he went on foot

His step brother and sister took the
bus

He cried and ran

Or all would be lost

Man could be remarked

There was some fault

That son wanted to be achieved

That was bad wish

I wish one of us was dead”

You are not my father

He screamed and said,”

He tried to kiss his son

His father called at him

When they ascended

She also kissed her children

Her step mother kissed his father

When he was out

At
his bag

Then he hid

He kissed her a lot

He forgot his hurt and pain

He danced and jumped a lot

He carried her and celebrated

With chickens those attacked

He found the cat in fight position

He laughed at loud

When he opened the chicken’s door

He expected his future lost

He expected everything wrong

His horizon was collapsed and closed

He ascended with inner sad

When he stole out

He got up with big sad

His step-sister and brother watched

The neighbors looked

He hurt him in strong

He caught a stick

The father ran and returned

You laughed at him”

In spite of hurting him

Oh! Bad one

The wife screamed and wandered,”

Forgetting to show him his pathos

Where he was

Forgetting to ask him

He laughed and tried to hang him

When he saw his son at that manner

His
father came with
astonishment

She opened the door and released a
high sigh

From their stools

After he cleaned his clothes as he
could

Ordering the chickens not to touch
her

He ascended and knocked the door

He cried and lifted her at the hill
of chaff

When he saw the cat without move

He laughed for a moment

At his lips and face

The chickens’ beaks

He got up according to pick up

In spite of the cold

So he tried to get warm

Over all his members

Covering with hens over his chest

He slept hanging his cat

He opened the chicken room’s door

He reached the last floor

He ascended the stairs

                           

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The boy went to school in sad

He was late

Then he went to his work as he
thought

The father hesitated

While he went on foot

His step brother and sister took the
bus

He cried and ran

Or all would be lost

Man could be remarked

There was some fault

That son wanted to be achieved

That was bad wish

I wish one of us was dead”

You are not my father

He screamed and said,”

He tried to kiss his son

His father called at him

When they ascended

She also kissed her children

Her step mother kissed his father

When he was out

At
his bag

Then he hid

He kissed her a lot

He forgot his hurt and pain

He danced and jumped a lot

He carried her and celebrated

With chickens those attacked

He found the cat in fight position

He laughed at loud

When he opened the chicken’s door

He expected his future lost

He expected everything wrong

His horizon was collapsed and closed

He ascended with inner sad

When he stole out

He got up with big sad

His step sister and brother watched

The neighbors looked

He hurt him in strong

He caught a stick

The father ran and returned

You laughed at him”

In spite of hurting him

Oh! Bad one

The wife screamed and wandered,”

Forgetting to show him his pathos

Where he was

Forgetting to ask him

He laughed and tried to hang him

When he saw his son at that manner

His
father came with
astonishment

She opened the door and released a
high sigh

From their stools

After he cleaned his clothes as he
could

Ordering the chickens not to touch
her

He ascended and knocked the door

He cried and lifted her at the hill
of chaff

When he saw the cat without move

He laughed for a moment

At his lips and face

The chickens’ beaks

He got up according to pick up

In spite of the cold

So he tried to get warm

Over all his members

Covering with hens over his chest

He slept hanging his cat

He opened the chicken room’s door

He reached the last floor

He ascended the stairs

                           

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The boy went to school in sad

He was late

Then he went to his work as he
thought

The father hesitated

While he went on foot

His step brother and sister took the
bus

He cried and ran

Or all would be lost

Man could be remarked

There was some fault

That son wanted to be achieved

That was bad wish

I wish one of us was dead”

You are not my father

He screamed and said,”

He tried to kiss his son

His father called at him

When they ascended

She also kissed her children

Her step mother kissed his father

When he was out

At
his bag

Then he hid

He kissed her a lot

He forgot his hurt and pain

He danced and jumped a lot

He carried her and celebrated

With chickens those attacked

He found the cat in fight position

He laughed at loud

When he opened the chicken’s door

He expected his future lost

He expected everything wrong

His horizon was collapsed and closed

He ascended with inner sad

When he stole out

He got up with big sad

His step sister and brother watched

The neighbors looked

He hurt him in strong

He caught a stick

The father ran and returned

You laughed at him”

In spite of hurting him

Oh! Bad one

The wife screamed and wandered,”

Forgetting to show him his pathos

Where he was

Forgetting to ask him

He laughed and tried to hang him

When he saw his son at that manner

His father came with astonishment

She opened the door and released a high sigh

From their stools

After he cleaned his clothes as he could

Ordering the chickens not to touch her

He ascended and knocked the door

He cried and lifted her at the hill of chaff

When he saw the cat without move

He laughed for a moment

At his lips and face

The chickens’ beaks

He got up according to pick up

In spite of the cold

So he tried to get warm

Over all his members

Covering with hens over his chest

He slept hanging his cat

He opened the chicken room’s door

He reached the last floor

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the inner force 2. the cat

 

2 the cat

Once, when she found him playing with the cat

She lifted her up

She warned him at loud

She threw it in strong

The cat screamed at aloud

The cat fell without movement

He cried and tried to get her

Safe

He found his step mother’s heart solid

He called her a devil

She became in anger

She went and lifted her

She threw her out of the window

They were at the third floor

The cat downed without movement

The boy screamed a lot

The neighbors didn't get help

As they knew that she was worst

And his father ordered them in rigid

Don't give advised

When she tried to get his son straight

She hurt him badly

He could move heavily

He stayed waking and crying

She approached and hurt him strongly

Ordering not to get any sound

As his father would be coming

He lied silent

Till the silent covered

Every inch of the land

He opened the flat's door

And put a shoe before it

Preventing it from closing

He descended quickly

But his movement was silently

He thought that she had devil’s spirit

With millions legs and hands

Like octopus which stretches legs

And catches his victim and eats

Those could watch him

So he was being feared

Of disappeared and hidden ghost

He carried the dead cat

As the thoughts he felt

He got up to the flat

He found its door closed

He knocked it softly

As fearing of getting her up

When he disappointed

To get the door opened

He fell down crying

He curved around himself

He crawled into land

He was crying and wishing

To get die at that moment

He lifted her face up

He prayed to his God

Asking him to get himself dead

As the cat was dead

He looked frustrate

His father dealt him badly

His step mother dealt as a slave

He couldn’t open his mouth

Or even tried to give a breath

Of opposite that would be assigned

Of not satisfying to her plan

He finally got up

 

 

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The faith wins

1- Believe

He couldn't believe that

He could imagine in fact

That can be the weakest

Convert to be the strongest

The kind waves that carry ships

Can be overlapped and damaged them

The fire that warm people

Can harm and hurt them

The boy lost his mother

His father was confused

He tried to heal his son from bad temper

His son cried a lot

And stayed alone at his room

His father asked many doctors

He went to a lot of physiologists

They advised to get new friend

For good luck, the boy found a small cat

They would be friends for all times

His father suddenly married one

He introduced her as she was kind

As she had two children

Son and daughter that would be fun

He refused that marriage

He insisted at his opinion

The woman appeared as she was kind

She dealt him as an angel

But he refused that deal

The kind can look at inner

Heart or the self at inner

The father had wild desire

He married and got her in

After while she brought her kinder

She dealt him with her best

At the beginning, at the first

After that,

She appeared her solid heart

And began to hurt him for reason or not

She got very anger

When he studied and her children not

She hurt him

He had to wash the dishes

Before he went to school

After his return he must sweep

As well as clean the flat 

When he complained to his father

She lied on him and got him as a guilt

He was punished by his father

He remarked that when he complained

She wore naked dress

And mothered his father in obvious

 

 

Then they closed their room

After that he would be punished

He always ate at the kitchen

He ate the residual and bad food

He slept also at it

While her children ate well

Slept at their beds

Dressed well and did their home works

 Without any annoy or disturb

His father lived in another planet

When he saw his son's hair cut in bad way

His step mother punished him by this way

His father didn't ask

What was happened at any way?

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the lost crow 11. The Crow’s Triumph

 

11.

The Crow’s Triumph

 

In the heart of the forest, where shadows entwine,

The crow stood his ground, with courage divine.

He faced all his foes, the wolves and the eagles,

With a heart full of fire, he shattered their regals.

     the lost crow                  

“Come forth, you cowards!” he cried to the sky,

“For I fight for my freedom; I will not comply!

You think you can take me, you think I’ll back down?

But I’ll soar through the air, I’ll reclaim my own crown!”

 

With talons and fangs, they lunged at the crow,

But he twisted and turned, dodging every blow.

He fought bravely on, with a spirit so strong,

In the face of the odds, he knew he belonged.

The wolves, with their growls, and the eagles’ sharp cries,

Could not dim his spirit, could not sever his ties.

With each flap of his wings, he rose ever high,

Defiant and fearless, he reached for the sky.

At last, with a flourish, he broke free from the fight,

Soaring over the forest, into the soft light.

No longer a captive, he embraced his own fate,

For the crow had discovered his freedom was great.

Now high in the heavens, he danced on the breeze,

A symbol of courage, where all hearts can seize.

In the heart of the forest, his spirit would roam,

For the crow had found freedom, his true place, his home.

 

 

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the lost crow 10. The Crow's Stand

 

10. The Crow's Stand

In the core of the woods, where shadows plan,

The crow persevered, energized by savage fire.

With fortitude steady, he confronted his dull enemies,

The avaricious wolves and falcons, their appetite uncovered.

They assembled, their eyes loaded up with show disdain toward,

"What a miscreant you are, a fear monger in flight!

You've hurt our glad family, you've broken our fantasies,

We'll deal with you; you'll pay for your plans!"

The crow, presently insubordinate, with a heart made of steel,

Wouldn't be named, to twist, or to bow.

"I battle for my opportunity, for all that I hold dear,

Your ravenousness is the genuine malevolence; now is the ideal time to move close!"

With a fold of his wings, he arranged for the fight,

While the wolves and the falcons plotted their direction.

They rushed at the crow, their claws like blades,

In any case, he, not set in stone to flourish.

"Approach, if you truly want to!" he cried to the skies,

"For I'm in good company; I have strength in my cries!"

With each conflict and strike, he battled with incredible may,

For the opportunity of all, he would remain as the night progressed.

The wolves wailed out of resentment, their pack currently incensed,

"Sharp bird, you'll track down your end; you're presently completely arranged!"

In any case, the crow evaded their advances, a dance in the air,

His heart beat like thunder, a hero's flare.

The birds plummeted, their wings wide and wild,

"Your destiny has been fixed; we'll carry you to tears!"

Yet, the crow took off higher, his soul solid,

In the tumult of fight, his valiance seen.

He harmed the wolves, and he dissipated the hawks,

Their voracity went to fear, as they confronted his actual lofty.

"Awful fear based oppressor, you say? I battle for the powerless!"

He called to the woodland, his voice solid and distressing.

"For opportunity is holy, worth every single breath,

Furthermore, I'll not be a casualty; I'll battle until the very end!"

The backwoods became quiet, the reverberations rang clear,

As the crow revitalized mental fortitude, dissipating all apprehension.

With each conflict of his wings, he moved through the fight,

An image of opportunity, no matter what.

The wolves, presently crushed, their pride went to debris,

Withdrawn from fight, their presumption ran.

The hawks orbited higher, their arrangements currently wrecked,

As the crow flew ahead, lighting new meanders.

"Let this be an illustration to the people who might guarantee,

That ravenousness is a weight, and power's a game.

In any case, opportunity is a right, it can't be purchased,

Furthermore, I'll represent the feeble, with all that I've looked for."

With a last solid fold, he took off through the trees,

Abandoning all the bedlam and supplications.

The crow had arisen, a legend in flight,

A boss of opportunity, against the dull evening.

Thus in the timberland, where shadows once laid,

The crow found his power, the decisions.

With each beat of his wings, he conveyed the tune,

Of strength and fortitude, where all can have a place.

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the lost crow 8. The Crow's Disobedience

 

In the profundities of the backwoods, where shadows withstand,

The crow remained solitary, with no spot to stow away.

With feathers unsettled, and a fire in his heart,

He confronted the dull animals, ready for the beginning.

The fight had seethed, and he'd battled with incredible may,

Against wolves and furious falcons who looked for him that evening.

He'd killed and he'd harmed, safeguarding his ground,

Yet, the expense of his opportunity weighed weighty, significant.

"Take a gander at that reprobate!" the wolves wailed with joy,

"A fear monger bird, as foul as anyone might think possible!

He's hurt our fine brethren, he's broken our pride,

We'll assemble our powers, and switch things around!"

The birds, with sharp eyes and claws like edges,

Participated in the melody, their wrath overflows.

"Together we'll chase him, we'll handle him,

For he's just a burden, his destiny we will seal!"

As the sun plunged low, creating shaded areas so lengthy,

The crow slowly inhaled, knowing right from wrong.

"I battle for my opportunity, my soul, my home,

You'll not bring me down; I won't ever surrender!"

The wolves circumnavigated nearer, their snarls swirled all around,

"We'll show you genuine power; you'll feel our depression!

You believe you're so sly, so cunning, so guileful,

Yet, we'll show you a thing or two; you'll wish to consent!"

 

With a rush and a snap, they thrusted at the crow,

Yet, he wandered aimlessly, sidestepping their blow.

"Your voracity will destroy you; you'll not get me here!

I'll battle for the voiceless; I'll overcome each apprehension!"

 

The birds dipped down, their wings dim as night,

With snouts sharp as knifes, they held back nothing.

"Foul animal, plan for your unavoidable destruction,

We'll devour your soul, while fixing your burial place!"

 

The crow persevered, heart beating like thunder,

"I will not be your feast; I'll destroy your arrangements!

For opportunity is valuable, a fortune to keep,

Furthermore, I'll battle for my life, however the chances make me sob!"

 

With a fold of his wings, he sent off into flight,

Avoiding the claws that looked for him that evening.

He took off through the woodland, through branches and leaves,

While the wolves and the birds plotted their criminals.

 

"Return here, defeatist!" the wolves brought to no end,

"Your end is presently close; you'll taste our scorn!"

Be that as it may, the crow, loaded with courage, had no considered retreat,

He moved through the risks, denying rout.

 

The birds developed fretful, their understanding presently slight,

"We should strike him together; let the fight start!

We'll bring down this danger, we'll squash him today,

Furthermore, guarantee that his name is perpetually under control!"

 

With a whirlwind of quills, they dove through the air,

The wolves joined the conflict, with their insatiable gaze.

However, the crow was a tornado, a tempest overhead,

He'd never surrender; he would battle until dry.

He hit with accuracy, his bill sharp and sharp,

While the wolves and the hawks were in the middle between.

With each conflict and strike, he guarded his right,

For the opportunity he valued, he would stand and battle.

"Awful psychological militant, you say? I'm a contender for harmony!

I'll not be your casualty; your eagerness will not stop!"

The woodland took the stand, winds conveyed cries,

As the crow confronted the dimness, unfaltering, he'd rise.

As time passes, the tide changed once again,

The wolves felt the tension, their numbers now not many.

The birds, however furious, found their power presently disappearing,

As the crow took off over, his soul unchaining.

The fight seethed on, without really any indication of retreat,

Yet, the crow felt the fire, the strength in his beat.

He energized his mental fortitude, and with one last call,

He took off ever more elevated, declining to fall.

 

"Your avarice is your shortcoming; your craving, your chains!

I'll battle for the voiceless, through the entirety of your agonies!

For opportunity is holy, and I'll not be your award,

I'll transcend haziness, I'll guarantee my own skies!"

 

The wolves yelled in fierceness, their pride now a ruin,

While the hawks drew back, incapable to bet.

With a fold and a vacillate, the crow took to flight,

Abandoning the shadows, embracing the light.

As first light broke the skyline, painting gold overhead,

The crow had arisen, a legend in high.

At this point not an objective, he took off at any point free,

A boss of mental fortitude, an image to be.

 

In the core of the timberland, where shadows currently blur,

The crow found his power, the decisions.

With each beat of his wings, he conveyed the melody,

Of versatility and opportunity, where all can have a place.

 

So recall his story, of the fights he battled,

Of the strength in his soul, the illustrations he educated.

For in any event, when marked, and confronted with despair,

The battle for your opportunity is an excursion so interesting.

 

 

 

 

 

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6,7 The Battle for Freedom

6,7 The Battle for Freedom

The Fight for Opportunity

In the core of the timberland, where mysteries run profound,

The crow took to flight, from his home, he would jump.

With feathers a-flicker, and fortitude on fire,

He took off through the nightfall, in a surprise of brilliant beams.

However, as he rose, a shadow moved close,

A bunch of sharp wolves, their expectations muddled.

With eyes like furious ashes, and teeth uncovered proudly,

They anticipated the crow, with their appetite as guide.

"For what reason do you fly, little bird, so up high?

What fortunes do you look for? What do you dare?"

The crow, detecting risk, felt his heart pound,

"For opportunity I fly, to ascend starting from the earliest stage."

Be that as it may, the wolves just laughed, their giggling a jeer,

"Opportunity? Gracious, crow, your end is close.

The backwoods is our own, and we guarantee what we please,

Your wings will not safeguard you; we'll carry you to knees."

All at once, from the shadows, a stir took off,

Ravenous birds dipped down, their eyes sharp and splendid.

With wings spread like thunder, they participated in the conflict,

"Why share this fine dinner? We'll take you today!"

The crow thought of himself as caught, with adversaries all around,

The wolves, presently joined with hawks, had found

A typical desire, to grab him away,

To devour his soul, to end his brilliant day.

"Together, we'll take what we need from this sky,

We'll snuff out your light; you'll at this point not fly.

The owls will participate, their craving will develop,

Before long you'll not be anything; this much we as a whole know."

The crow persevered, his heart loaded up with fire,

"I won't be caught, I won't resign!

For opportunity is valuable, a fortune to keep,

What's more, I'll battle for my right, however the chances make me sob."

The wolves snarled out of frustration, their eyes sparkling red,

"Then, at that point, get ready for the fight; we'll devour your fear!"

With a cry that shook mountains, they jumped at the crow,

Be that as it may, he wandered aimlessly, evading quick from the blow.

The falcons circumnavigated high, their claws like blades,

Plunging down savagely, their insatiability just falters.

The crow utilized his guile, his speed, and his beauty,

To sidestep their furious strikes, to come out on top in this dim race.

With each fold of his wings, he took off through the air,

While wolves lashed out at shadows, their teeth hopelessly.

The woodland developed quiet, the night paused its breathing,

As the fight unfurled, a dance near death.

"Come face us, little crow! You can't stow away!"

The wolves shouted out furiously, their voices an influence.

Yet, the crow, courageous, with a heart made of steel,

Shot through branches, declining to stoop.

The hawks shouted out, "We'll take you, it's destiny!

You'll be our fine supper; you'll meet your own state!"

However, the crow, with resolve, found a branch solid and wide,

He roosted there for minutes, his feelings of dread put away.

"Tune in, you animals, with eagerness in your eyes,

You might have the numbers, yet I have the skies.

For opportunity isn't simply an issue of may;

It's a soul whole, a will to take off."

With a strong fold, he sent off from his roost,

Also, the wolves and the hawks, they felt the savage reel.

The pursuit had started, yet the crow knew his direction,

Through the bits of the woodland, he'd transform night into day.

The wolves, presently baffled, their self-restraint run out,

Hurried forward out, not set in stone to win.

However the crow, with his brains, drove them on a wild pursue,

Through shrubberies and briers, he'd stimulate the speed.

The birds developed fatigued, their wings weighty and sore,

As the crow moved like lightning, declining to exhaust.

He rose above waterways, through valleys so wide,

While the wolves cried in fierceness, unfit to float.

Then from the dim shadows, the owls joined the fight,

With their eyes like the moon, they came join the fun.

"How about we catch this crow; we'll devour his pride!

With the wolves and the birds, we'll reverse the situation."

The crow felt the risk, as the night became so intense,

Yet, he gathered his fortitude, his heart went to gold.

"Together, you want to remove me?

However, I'll battle for my opportunity, no matter what!"

With a cry that rang clear, he revitalized his strength,

Still up in the air to take off, to break liberated from the evening.

"However the chances might be stacked, and the enemies might be savage,

I'll transcend murkiness; my soul won't penetrate!"

Once more, the wolves rushed, their teeth uncovered with disdain,

Yet, the crow turned quickly, denying their destiny.

He dashed through branches, through leaves thick and green,

While the owls and the birds contrived inconspicuous.

Yet, the crow had an arrangement, a flash in his eye,

He'd lead them around and around, let their ravenousness be their moan.

With each cunning turn, he moved through the trees,

While the wolves and the hawks became worn out with disquiet.

"Quicker! Get him!" the owls shrieked hopelessly,

Be that as it may, the crow was a shadow, presently light as the air.

With a fold and a coast, he climbed so high,

Abandoning all the ravenousness, the wolves, and their falsehood.

As first light started breaking, painting gold overhead,

The crow tracked down his opportunity, the opportunity to take off.

He peered down at the backwoods, presently distant from the beginning,

Where the wolves and the birds were tangled and bound.

"You might have the numbers, and the ability to battle,

However, I'll continuously be free, in the day or the evening.

For opportunity is valuable, a fortune to hold,

Also, I'll monitor it savagely, more than silver or gold."

With one last fold, he took off into the light,

Abandoning the shadows, the haziness of night.

Also, as he flew ahead, with his soul recharged,

The crow sang a melody of an opportunity sought after.

For in the core of the woods, where shadows presently blur,

The crow found his power, the decisions.

What's more, however fights might come, and adversaries rise,

He'd battle for his opportunity, underneath vast skies.

7. The Crow’s Defiance

In the depths of the forest, where shadows abide,

The crow stood alone, with no place to hide.

With feathers ruffled, and a fire in his heart,

He faced the dark creatures, prepared for the start.

The battle had raged, and he’d fought with great might,

Against wolves and fierce eagles who sought him that night.

He’d killed and he’d injured, defending his ground,

But the cost of his freedom weighed heavy, profound.

“Look at that villain!” the wolves howled with glee,

“A terrorist bird, as foul as can be!

He’s harmed our fine brethren, he’s shattered our pride,

We’ll gather our forces, and turn the tide!”

The eagles, with sharp eyes and talons like blades,

Joined in the chorus, their fury cascades.

“Together we’ll hunt him, we’ll bring him to heel,

For he’s nothing but trouble, his fate we will seal!”

As the sun dipped low, casting shadows so long,

The crow took a breath, knowing right from wrong.

“I fight for my freedom, my spirit, my home,

You’ll not take me down; I will never succumb!”

The wolves circled closer, their growls filled the air,

“We’ll show you true power; you’ll feel our despair!

You think you’re so cunning, so clever, so sly,

But we’ll teach you a lesson; you’ll wish to comply!”

With a rush and a snap, they lunged at the crow,

But he twisted and turned, evading their blow.

“Your greed is your downfall; you’ll not catch me here!

I’ll fight for the voiceless; I’ll face every fear!”

The eagles swooped down, their wings dark as night,

With beaks sharp as daggers, they aimed for the fight.

“Foul creature, prepare for your imminent doom,

We’ll feast on your spirit, while sealing your tomb!”

The crow stood his ground, heart pounding like thunder,

“I won’t be your meal; I’ll tear your plans asunder!

For freedom is precious, a treasure to keep,

And I’ll fight for my life, though the odds make me weep!”

With a flap of his wings, he launched into flight,

Dodging the talons that sought him that night.

He soared through the forest, through branches and leaves,

While the wolves and the eagles plotted their thieves.

“Come back here, coward!” the wolves called in vain,

“Your end is now near; you’ll taste our disdain!”

But the crow, full of valor, had no thought of retreat,

He danced through the dangers, refusing defeat.

The eagles grew restless, their patience now thin,

“Let’s strike him together; let the battle begin!

We’ll take down this menace, we’ll crush him today,

And ensure that his name is forever at bay!”

With a flurry of feathers, they swooped through the air,

The wolves joined the fray, with their ravenous stare.

But the crow was a whirlwind, a storm in the sky,

He’d never give up; he would fight until dry.

He struck with precision, his beak sharp and keen,

While the wolves and the eagles were caught in between.

With each clash and strike, he defended his right,

For the freedom he cherished, he would stand and fight.

“Bad terrorist, you say? I’m a fighter for peace!

I’ll not be your victim; your greed shall not cease!”

The forest bore witness, the winds carried cries,

As the crow faced the darkness, unyielding, he’d rise.

With each passing moment, the tide turned anew,

The wolves felt the pressure, their numbers now few.

The eagles, though fierce, found their power now waning,

As the crow soared above, his spirit unchaining.

The battle raged on, with no sign of retreat,

But the crow felt the fire, the strength in his beat.

He rallied his courage, and with one final call,

He soared higher and higher, refusing to fall.

“Your greed is your weakness; your hunger, your chains!

I’ll fight for the voiceless, through all of your pains!

For freedom is sacred, and I’ll not be your prize,

I’ll rise above darkness, I’ll claim my own skies!”

The wolves howled in fury, their pride now a shamble,

While the eagles recoiled, unable to gamble.

With a flap and a flutter, the crow took to flight,

Leaving behind the shadows, embracing the light.

As dawn broke the horizon, painting gold in the sky,

The crow had emerged, a hero in high.

No longer a target, he soared ever free,

A champion of courage, a symbol to be.

In the heart of the forest, where shadows now fade,

The crow found his power, the choices he made.

With each beat of his wings, he carried the song,

Of resilience and freedom, where all can belong.

So remember his tale, of the battles he fought,

Of the strength in his spirit, the lessons he taught.

For even when labeled, and faced with despair,

The fight for your freedom is a journey so rare.

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5. The Crow and the Trapped Owls In the profundities of the woods, where shadows weave, The crow met the rodents, with a heart loaded with fire. "For what reason do you shake, my companions, in your dread? Together we're more grounded; we should ascend and battle!" Be that as it may, the rodents took a g…

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