the raven
by Jennifer Petruzzello
Wednesday, June 05, 2002
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the raven swooped down on me with no warning.
he flew in on the storms winds,undetected.
He set up roost,watching me.He learned about me,undetected,hidden from my veiw.
Slowly I could feel his presence.It became a comfortable,welcoming,loving.Too the point I count live with out it.
I needed the raven to watch over me.But I shoo'd him away.
I told him to go with the other ravens.
To fly,to soar,to play.He didnt need to be with human,like me.
So he spread his wings and flew away...never looking back.I sit and wonder,what happened to my raven.
what became of that wild spirit.I miss him,long for him.I wonder,does he think of me...does his raven mind,remember me??? |
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