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Come closer, I’ll not bite you
That’s really quite absurd
Can’t you see, from the look in my eye
I am no ordinary bird
My feathers shine in ebony
The blackest you will ever see
I am not the raven spoken of
The one Edgar Allan knew
I really am quite different
I know this to be true
Though dark am I, as the evening sky
You’ll feel me near, as my wings fly by
Duck your head, protect your hair
The world above is mine
I’ll fly by you, without a care
I’m simply quite divine
Onyx, against the leaves of green
The most beautiful bird you’ve ever seen
No need to be frightened of me
If you stay in the distance, in fact
Shoo me away, and off I’ll go
But you can bet, one day, I’ll be back
Poem & Photo ©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Crows and magpies and ravens seem unnaturally aware and clever, especially ravens.
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Makes you wonder if they’re really birds. 😲
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Exquisite 😊
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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Reblogged this on GrannyMoon's Morning Feast.
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Poet would be proud…
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Thank you very much! ❤
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I just shivered as I have grown wary of birds… especially the larger ones. Well done, you!
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Thank you very much, Annette! Did something happen that caused you to feel this way? 😦
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I cannot specifically recall, but when I am around them, especially when they are roaming freely, I am unnaturally nervous.
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Oh my. I hope it’s just a passing thing. ❤
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