A Raven with a Broken Wing

A friend

A Raven With A Broken Wing

There is a raven      large and     black     most opposite     of whitest white A broken wing     prevents it     from the air It must survive     by     foraging     the lawns     competing     with     the smaller faster birds     and kin It knows me     like     an alley cat     I knew     which     was my friend I share     small portions     of     my daily lunch     beneath     a tree     we are familiar     with     We do not touch     nor     are there     conversations Companions        linked     by tiny     scraps of food     and     one old tree     of pine

Author's Note

My daily companion