Consider the Ravens

Dear weary child,

Awake upon another Hail Mary.

Protesting the Monday blues.

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Consider the Ravens,

They wake too.

You can hear outside your blackout curtains, a muffled crew.

As your thumb drums the sixth-sometimes seventh snooze.

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Modifying your ringtone to a subtle honking doesn’t smother the white noise of the ravens grokking.

And somehow, you’re rushing out the door, because when it rains it pours.

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Consider the Raven,

She knows not the way.

But she is a raven, she belongs to the day.

Sometimes to soar amongst us, only to be disregarded.

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Consider the Raven,

When bitter clouds form array.

She does not query whether to stay.

She senses a flight is nigh.

She knows not where the next slug hides.

But she never goes without.

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Consider the Raven,

Every day her beak beckons a new song.

Her world is made up of pins and needles, earth scents of woodsy cherry,

pulling a strand of moss furnishing her nose-knit sanctuary.

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Consider the Raven,

Her universe is feral but so is ours.

You stress-eat on your way to work while you layer on mascara in between cars.

Sitting in traffic, waltzed on by a tumbleweed of plastic.

But you look upon the two ravens seated on the power lines above,

she drops a worm in the beak of another ebony dove.

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Consider the Raven,

The chilly embrace of satin sheets awaits, by the time dusk falls.

You reach to pull the curtain, and glimpse the raven nestled in her crib of moss.

Blinking its beady eyes,

considering thine,

as if she agrees, but she worships within her means.

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Next time you perceive the rain,

Consider the Ravens,

Two worlds share the same twenty-four hours, in the very same day.