The Hunt
The raven lands on the branch with ease
Feathers glisten a purplish hue in The moonlights glow
Chestnut eyes glare down below
The prey awaits for the wolves to devour
So the wolf bird calls upon the hour
And as the wolves sink there teeth into the flesh
The raven comes down to taste the death
Copyright © Sarah Payne | Year Posted 2018
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