Black wings spread wide

against a pale blue sky.

Ravens gather, a mass of black,

silent guards in the trees.

Intelligent and cunning,

these birds are far up in the sky.

But they know the secrets of the land,

and they fly on the winds of time.

The caw of a raven,

a call to other souls.

A gathering of feathered kin

to feast on life's remains.

Graceful in their flight,

their feathers stunning black

against the pale blue of the sky.

Divine their soars and dives.

Oh raven, dark bird of mystery,

I watch you with wonder and awe.

You remind me of universal paths,

of death and birth and more.

So spread your wings and fly,

black beauty of the skies.

And know that you are loved,

by those who see the truth inside your eyes.

TJ Kocmut