Ravens
Some are murders, some
are thieves, and some are
peasants don’t you see...
Murders, thieves, peasants,
judges and juries…
Ravens are thieves, as
you know, watch them they
may even find a corpse…
Murders, thieves, peasants,
judges, juries and Ravens…
They mean but one thing,
a trial of sorts…
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2010
Copyright © Sandra Hoban | Year Posted 2012
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