Hooded crows fly at night
uttering harsh criesabove Welcoming Autumn Gate,then head for people’s houses,pecking at the lofty roofs,roofs beneath which high officialsscurry to escape barbarians.The golden whip is broken in two,the nine horses are run to death,*but it is still not possiblefor all of royal blood to flee together…In plain sight below his waista precious ornament of blue coral,the…