Raven, perched above a door. Raven,
watching out the window as moon waxes
behind a willow's skirts. Raven, laughing
at a bust of Pallas and all her wasted
wisdom. Raven, with night in it's wings.
Raven, raving, regal sitting as a king
in all his grandeur. Raven caw in the
echoing halls. Raven, nevermore. Raven
tail shimmering midnight. Raven
across Orion's waist, aurora trailing
from its beak. Raven, wingspan constellation
wide. Raven, song of autumn.
Raven perching. Watching. Waiting.
Raven roost and making home.
Monday 17 April 2023
Day 17 - Feather
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