A Time of Night
On a Path through knee-high heathers
Stumbled, scraped, suddenly seeing
Moonlit form in noiseless View;
Raven's eyes of Crimson hue.
Caw and stretch the Midnight feathers!
Extraordinary, blurry, Ancient measures
Sounding you, approaching closer:
Startled wings alighting further.
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