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Feathered Muse
I flew in from the cold,
my shadow a fluster
sat up on this frozen pust of a man.
A gaunt of a man,
stood down below,
yelling obscenities
I'm not sure at whom he's cursing.
I just stood there minding my own,
then a rock was thrown.
This human keeps cursing,
keeps bursting with frustration.
I dicited to move a little,
he didn't see me coming.
This stupid human,
knows nothing of a ravin.
Aw he thinks me to be a cravin
or a ghost form the past
coming at last.
If only he knew, I am lost.
Nothing more than a flustered thing
with a broken wing.
Yet he took me in,
Helped my wing.
I leave him alone
and confused.
I see this man from year's past,
he welcome's me back.
Aw with such poetic finance,
and respect
for I am his feathered muse.
The Raven I am.
my shadow a fluster
sat up on this frozen pust of a man.
A gaunt of a man,
stood down below,
yelling obscenities
I'm not sure at whom he's cursing.
I just stood there minding my own,
then a rock was thrown.
This human keeps cursing,
keeps bursting with frustration.
I dicited to move a little,
he didn't see me coming.
This stupid human,
knows nothing of a ravin.
Aw he thinks me to be a cravin
or a ghost form the past
coming at last.
If only he knew, I am lost.
Nothing more than a flustered thing
with a broken wing.
Yet he took me in,
Helped my wing.
I leave him alone
and confused.
I see this man from year's past,
he welcome's me back.
Aw with such poetic finance,
and respect
for I am his feathered muse.
The Raven I am.
Published 12th Jul 2015
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