Ode To A Raven

by P. R. Lowe
Copyright © April 3, 2016

The Raven soars through the trees with ease
the breeze as an ally to carry him home
or along some furtive mission to pillage and plunder
like a pirate might go under his sails
he regales his wings against the sky
and cries out for his mates
and takes them to a place of plenty and wonder
where under the cedars they alight for awhile
and as a child with a toy they feast and play
Then away with a whoosh and great wings heaving
weaving through branches like luminous vines
entwining their place in a miraculous show
trailing some miracle and grace as they go.

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