As a child, I played in the forest nearby,
One evening I heard, a little girl cry,
It was obvious she was lost,
In the middle of winters frost.
I ran out in a frantic search,
Bells rang in our local church,
Ran faster, followed the cries,
My fear for her, began to rise.
Cries turned into a continuous weep,
I never felt emotions so deep.
Looked up, dropped to my knees,
A dying crow, I saw in the trees.
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