All the while I sit and peck away
Crow-like, seeking after corn
Or tasty bloody gobbets before they blacken with rot under Arien's charge
I could be doing other things of greater profit
Meeting more the measure of a man in my part of the world
Where money means so much
But while my head is down
I do not see the opportunity
Cat ready to pounce upon me
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