Raven's Last Call Poem by douglas lewis

Raven's Last Call

Rating: 5.0


Those caws that ruffled
Through your feathered tips
And tumbled from the sky,
Oh so wild and discordant.
But that one last call
That filtered down
And nestled in the pines,
That was a faint one.
A goodbye one.
A memory on the landscape.

Wednesday, August 22, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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Richard Wlodarski 22 August 2018

A beautiful sadness. Excellent write, douglas!

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