Raven Song


Certain I am of no thing more
     Than what the reeling ravens say
As they navigate the shore,
     Seeming to engage in play.

"Come away softly and soon,"
     They call to me endearingly
In the raspy, halting tune
     They use almost exclusively.

How long can I fail to follow
     Their oft-repeated greeting?
What was real, now is hollow;
     What was mute, begins to sing.


©2017 Michael Fraley




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