Black as night from beak to toe,
Saddled with unholy glow…
Viewed in fear by those around,
Reasons near cannot be found…
Where death lies, I am drawn near,
My solemn sound, it brings no cheer…
Yet fear me not, I want to say,
Is not my fault, I’m made this way.
The poor raven, saddled with a spooky persona. Likened to heralds of doom, they just want to be loved like everyone else!
Prompted by the Word of the Day Challenge: Raven
Raven image by Alexas_Fotos @ pixabay.com
Jim Sponseller – mindescapes.net – 2020