Caught In the Moment
In the rise of morning light
there came a Raven to me in flight,
So close he came, I felt his breath
I felt at last the Autumns death,
Both our eyes beheld the sight
for he was black, and I am white.
Rd Pickett 2016
Copyright © Richard Pickett | Year Posted 2016
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