Black raven, ink saturated
startles the monkey mind
his raucous call on repeat
a totem from the wild, concrete bound.
Too large, he perches on an abandoned crow’s nest
cradled in winter bare branches,
his curious Corvus language falling on deaf ears,
I walk towards him in wonder,
and message received, he flies off –
nature’s clarion call having shattered
the distortion we call world.