A crow or ravenagainst the black night.A cry from a lone child.A smooth dark rockthrown at you.A dot, sweet, warm,and black on your tongue.A musty smell,revolting at first,sweet afterwards,though too quick to catch.Scented like a black horse.At first sight,A child tattered,crying, and though silentmakes the loudest sound.It is a whinny heard in the distance.It’s something or someone you loveWhoDies.That’s Negro.