an enormous bird sets himself
on the ledge of the fence.
a raven, a blackbird?
his eyes
are steeled orange.
his
claws
dug into the soft wood.
he seems in no hurry, in no
rush to find what he
needs to get through the day.
not a sign of worry
on his oiled feathered
face.
but off he goes, off he
goes.
spreading his learned
wings,
as we all do
at some point in the day.
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