RavenA Poem by 914
The Raven is a bird of the scavenger kind ,black and mystique the raven is to me. Flying high and above that no one ever notices as he searches for corpses to feed from. An Indian omen when a Raven settles down by a village to long death will soon come before the next dawn. I do see Ravens here at times just outside my door but I shoo them off before they make an unwanted stay to long........
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