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A. Hatta asked

Q.”...why is the Raven like a writing desk?...”

it’s a.haven 
and not a fowl quill
he said... ah!


more regulus 
then romulus
and brighter 
then remus
i’d say
but not quite 
so famous
the heart of a lion
called a raven 

but distinctly
i remember
once upon a knight
in a dreamy september
flying embers knotting
quaint surrenders tapping
i nodded into nearly
and almost gently napping
when satin robes rustled
and i awoke wondering

“tis some visitor”
i uttered almost laughing
with and not at
his gentle naughty tapping
and shyly grinning
in the decor of my room
he was quite inviting

“couldnt find the door
so i came through the floor”

“ive come to remember
and perhaps to forget
that ive read the forgotten
on the ecliptics lip”

then a howling wolf
made a growling sound
but the raven stayed quiet
in the eyes of time
and 32 flights
became 33 rhymes

so do tell a soul
if with sorrows laden
that there is a palm
and a caring maiden
serving fresh
her cups of malt
with talons cut
upon a falcons deck
and even if
raven speaks knot
many have lived
tHere without

a trace

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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