Ravens Cackle
I look up to find him looking at me with his coal black eyes, hi blue/black plumage
shimmering in the morning light, is he calling my number for me? Is he calling his maker to
come reap me? Will he perch upon a branch and watch them dig a hole for me? Will he sit
upon my head stone and sing his sweet melody for me? And will he wing me to heavens
gate?
Copyright © Jessica Stepanovsky | Year Posted 2009
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