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,
except mine.
I walk towards him in wonder,
and message received, he flies off –
nature’s clarion call having shattered
the distortion we call world.
It’s time to head home! “Bright Nights” is finished for another year – this actual spot is where I often enjoy a delicious hot chocolate and hear the call of the ravens (Stanley Park).
anotetohuguette 
Kimberlee, this is really beautiful; paints a very vivid picture in my mind. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you once again for your very kind and encouraging words – I really enjoyed crafting this poem and I’m glad you enjoyed the read!
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This is amazing poetry, Kim.
Last two lines
‘nature’s clarion call having shattered
the distortion we call world Just fantastic
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Thank you, Amitav! I always look forward to reading your comments, they are fuel for this poet and so appreciated! I hope to catch up soon with all your works…
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I just see you there…just like a little elve watching for every sound and drinking to the mysterious beauty of nature.. Good night to you my dearest friend. ❤️✨
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Thank you, Huguette! This poem was indeed born after seeing this beautiful raven right here in our neighbourhood so far from the forest and as soon as I approached him, he flew off. He seemed very determined to pass on some kind of message!
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Wow. This is really unique and creative … full of life. Thanks and many blessings ❤ ~Debbie
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Thank you for this, I always enjoy reading your lovely comments! And I hold your blessings close…
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