They crow out to you, laughing at the hurt.
Are you sure?
The crow just collects the broken and the unwanted.
The cries to find them a forever home.
The goddess of night watches them alone.
The goddess knows they are unwanted by their own.
Without greed the crow stands alone like a man who can't see the root of
trouble that they bemoan.
Crowing his song of forever falling snow.
The goddess takes him and becomes his home.