Seen In the Woods

Seen in the woods I saw a white raven, and they are rare Sitting on a tree branch, it had blood on its chest Of the sparrow, it had eaten. I could have been mistaken perhaps it was A cardinal sitting on a bough getting s rest from The burden of rituals and be called your holiness. It could have been a white dove wounded By shrapnel flying over Syria. It could also have been a white cloud drifting Lazily across the blue sky, with spots on sunlight. Whatever it was, it was none of my business.