Raven Jon Hillenbrand, March 26, 2011December 30, 2015 Raven alight upon my ledge Tapping at frosted glass. Barely the handle is turned when you leap inside Transforming into the Night Beauty. You sing and I am yours. I woo you, love you, make you mine You wrap your wings around me and we fly together into the sky. I grasp you close, But my hold is too tight. Your feathers wilt. You call out to the blue sky. I see you at the window again. I open it and you are free. My room is smaller now. I see your feathers upon my pillow. The clocks are louder. I pray for rain so you might visit. I search the trees and the sky for you. I listen for your call. But you do not. Poetry birdsflightlosslovephotographyromantic comedieswindows
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