Crow, your moniker suggests you are familiar with, perhaps even identify with, Ted Hughes' Crow.
One of my favorites:
Crow Communes
"Well," said Crow, "What first?"
God, exhausted with Creation, snored.
"Which way?" said Crow. "Which way first?"
God's shoulder was the mountain on which Crow sat.
"Come," said Crow, "let's discuss the situation."
God lay, agape, a great carcase.
Crow tore off a mouthful and swallowed.
"Will this cipher divulge itself to digestion
Under hearing beyond understanding?"
(This was the first jest.)
Yet, it's true, he suddenly felt much stronger.
Crow, the hierophant, humped, impenetrable.
Half-illumined. Speechless.
(Appalled.)
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