The caw
The Raven jet black
Cawed loudly,
Breaking the winter silence.
In winter months their call echoes,
The sky empty of other songs,
Melancholy in its timber.
Bringing to mind images of emptiness,
Sadness,
Life’s losses never to be found,
Such a sound the Raven’s Caw,
Healing in allowing remembrance to flow.
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