Night’s Messenger

black feathers and black eyes

dark claws and dark voice

capturing the moon in my wings

the sun in my beak

tearing the flesh of the divers

the fruit of the river flowers

in the icy inner forest

I find the tracks of prey

on the gray sea’s path

I follow my hunger

I sing to the world

hoarse and harsh

unloved, unwished

I am philosophical

raven on the edge

of the world

 

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