Thursday, May 12, 2016

The Raven

 The raven flew in to
Sit on the handicapped sign
Just before again sitting at
The table next to mine.
So smooth, so suave
Though out of place
That fake little smile
On his brazen face.
How dare he call me
His "friend" or say
To "thank" what be?
The ravens need Hearts
And to also be set free.
But I don't want them
Sitting so close to me.

I moved.

But was it him or was it her and how can clarity fill the covert blur?