Thunder rumbles and the lightning speaks loudly
Young birds were been fly by the whirlwind.
I look through my hiatus, I saw the dancing storm bending and straightening the trees,
Birds have nowhere to go, their nest have fallen.
Then fly towards my hiatus, a ebony raven,
So tender and young, looking like a famished wingless bird.
I was moved with fondness, I can't help but to help this promising scared raven
I took her to my cool room and gave to her a ancient lantern.
I gave her warm corn and my Rock-dove's drug
she looks at with smile in her cheeks.
I toiled and foiled all the night to safe keep the raven.
The thunderstorm continues with its rumbling song
I walked vertical-horizontal in my Maison.
Abruptly, My roofing sheets blown off,
Heavy downpour hailed into my Maison and wet my parcel without sparing one.
Humph! I couldn't find the scared raven
I was left helpless in my Maison
She betrayed me and left me with my homelessness.
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