Sitting beside my dying friend
heart filled with sadness,
I watched a raven fly in
and land atop the nearest tree.
Wings partially outspread
he sang.
He sang a chortle song
and sang some more.
Then, having honored a dying foe,
he flew away.
Musings on life with dogs and nature.
Sitting beside my dying friend
heart filled with sadness,
I watched a raven fly in
and land atop the nearest tree.
Wings partially outspread
he sang.
He sang a chortle song
and sang some more.
Then, having honored a dying foe,
he flew away.
1 comment:
Wow that's beautiful. I can just picture that scene unfolding.
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