A murder of crows are gathered.
Trapped. In seperate cages as not to compare tales.
They’re gifted stories with unique plot twists built in.
Each grow to their own conclusions.
Positive responses are rewarded with dried fruit
and shiny treasures. 

If ever united and free from the gilded cages
made specifically for them, 
let’s hope they don’t confer and realize the fables
weaved into their reality by a storyteller,
who either way, ends up alone, 
their identity unknown,
for its measured by crows.