Dark and mysterious
Standing as if in a portal
To another dimension
Guarding their domain
From interlopers
Ruffling their pretty
Black feathers
Shiny and sleek
Smartly staring
Waiting for their time
Wondering if you are the one
That was chosen
To cross their path
On this bleak and dreary day
And if you are not the one
They are prepared to
Drop bomb you
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Comments (8)
That would be an ewww kinda bomb. Lol. Loved your poem!
I love ravens, maybe because of Poe. But their black ominous presence is kinda witchy and mysterious. Nive one.
I liked this idea of the portal a lot .. they creep me out! Hahah. Very mysterious writing - great job Mother Combs.
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The last line really brought a touch of humor to it. Great!
simply brilliant.
Moody and a bit humorous at the end. Nice poem. I enjoyed this 🙏Pernoste
Nice one. Drop bomb sounds rather ominous. 😬