The Raven

He seems to like bacon. An
Eat-it-all, a follower
Of lions, wolves, hyenas,
But not averse to peanuts,

He is found in crowds
And pairs, and by himself.
This one will come and beg,
Like a big black bluejay.

Honor is not his forte.
Neither is humility.
He takes and goes angrily,
The sufferer, the activist.

How can I not love him?

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