I study Crow who already knows me.
I come with my trade marks of a human
No wings. No shining black feathers. No beak.
While he in his majesty’s soft feathers
Muscular shoulders, mechanic talons,
Brought together in his miniature form
everything to its breaking point, giant
if not by proportion without a flaw,
My size I can’t measure with his though large
For though I am large I’m a Know Nothing
Crow see I am a threat of perception
and won’t let me get closer than closer. 
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