You could hear the trouble
brewing,
Faint whispers in the wind…
None of us predicted however,
The chaos poised, and ready
to begin.
It might have been a rumor,
Or an egg arrogantly tossed…
Emotions, like bombs, exploded
All tranquility was lost.
Their numbers swelled on
both sides,
New soldiers flew in with
each breeze…
An epic battle had begun;
The crows at war in the Locust
trees.
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