the lost crow 5

 

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 gander at him, their eyes loaded with uncertainty,

"We've seen what they do, those owls waiting to pounce.

Their claws are sharp, their craving is huge;

We're frail and we're injured, our spirits are projected."

 

Disappointed, the crow reviled, his voice sharp as steel,

"Weaklings you are, in this trap of your apprehension!

We've gotten through the dull; might you at any point see what I see?

Together we'll rise, we'll be wild and free!"

 

However, similarly as he talked, with a stir and fold,

The owls dove down, laying out their snare.

With wings like dim thunder, they filled the night air,

The rodents rushed rapidly, trapped hopelessly.

 

"Run!" cried the crow, "We should escape from this situation!"

Be that as it may, the owls squeezed nearer, their eyes shining brilliant.

The rodents dashed left, then right, in a frenzy,

While the owls orbited high, their yearning volcanic.

 

However the rodents, sharp animals, started to scheme,

To trap the savage owls, to douse their fire.

With a flick of their tails, they baited them with speed,

Driving the owls into a snare they would notice.

 

As the owls plunged low, the rodents hit with may,

Folding their tails over, a furious, tumultuous battle.

In the whirlwind of fur and the stir of wings,

The fight ejected; the woods currently sings.

Yet, two owls were furious, their eyes shining brilliantly,

They held back nothing, trying to destroy.

"Foul bird!" they shrieked, with claws outstretched,

The crow felt the risk; he should act, he got.

 

Instantly of intuition, he shot away,

Into the opening of the rodents, where shadows lay.

"Speedy! Blockade it!" he yelled with happiness,

"For together we'll stand, and we'll battle to be free!"

 

The rodents cooperated, their hearts currently adjusted,

They pushed with their solidarity, their spirits joined.

As the owls came crashing, they regarded themselves as gotten,

Caught in a catch of the fight they looked for.

 

Presently the owls were trapped, their claws bound,

With the rodents in their rage, they found they were visually impaired.

"Discharge us!" they shrieked, their voices a cry,

Be that as it may, the rodents held fast, declining to come up short.

 

From the profundities of the opening, the crow glanced around,

With boldness recovered, he talked with a sound,

"Your rule closes today, with your yearning and hate,

We'll never again be prey; we'll ascend and battle!"

 

The rodents cheered together, joined together and strong,

With the crow as their chief, an incredible sight.

They squeezed against owls, their fierceness burning,

In the core of the woodland, they cast off the murkiness.

 

With each powerful fold, the owls battled and battled,

However, the rodents held their ground, their retribution well-fashioned.

Presently the tide had changed, as the night moved destiny,

The crow took off above, watching equity make.

 

"Fly, my fearless companions! We've won this savage battle,

Together we'll rise, we'll embrace the new light!"

With a fold and a shudder, the rodents took to the sky,

With the crow at their rudder, they moved, spirits high.

 

Thus in the woods, where shadows once crawled,

The obligations of their kinship everlastingly were kept.

At this point not in dread, they embraced their new job,

In the core of the wild, they recovered their entirety.

 

The owls, presently crushed, withdrew in disgrace,

While the crow and the rodents rose to recently discovered recognition.

Together they flourished, in the glow of the day,

As companions and as family, they produced their own specific manner.

 

In the core of the glen, where the wild animals meander,

The crow tracked down his motivation, a spot to call home.

With the rodents close by, they took off through the trees,

A story of strength, of trust on the breeze.

 

So recall this story of the crow and his companions,

Of fortitude in obscurity, where genuine strength rises above.

For in any event, when caught, and in shadows you stay,

The bonds that you fashion can break any spell.

 

 

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