Outside doing outdoor things
I removed my wedding ring
To keep it safe but later to my woe
I found it was not where I left
It thus leaving me bereft
And lamenting the cruelty of crows.
It seemed this priceless ring of mine
Was now the thing of a corvine
Criminal, a raven or magpie!
One I could not easily
Pursue because someone like me
Can not apprehend a thief that flies!
By Kerin Gedge
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