Three Ravens

                     




walking to the bus stop
I'm welcomed by ravens,
as I am every day,
same place, same time.

further conversation
is avoided --
we've said it all before,
there's nothing new.

they accept my presence,
scratch themselves,
snuggle
in snow-covered branches.

without warning
one drops
and soars into the distance,
another follows
then another.

they land far away
on a telephone wire
three commas
on a line.

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