Birth of Ravens

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Birth of Ravens

A sharp wind
rips
a shadow,
as grim as dread,
dangling

from a tree
rooted
to the mountainside;
it tumbles,
turning down

the steep,
shatters,
a thousand feathers,
raucous, black,
hungry.

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