The Raven

The Raven He was back from hospital but could still feel the scar made by claws of the raven of death. Now that he was better he got out the motorbike and went for a ride along along country lanes he knew the spell. His heart was not there in harmony with nature so insignificant he was and knew his presence meant nothing...vanity. He didn´t belong here had no business Revisiting the past and the olive tree was just a tree seen a thousand times before The past is not a better place. He should have been jubilant but sensed no pleasure. Why had the raven let him go? Had he been cheated of the quick finale only to linger a few more years? His bike is collecting dust the helmet hangs on the wall while he waits...