Some of the best conversations
I have are with
Ravens on blue mornings.
We mourn the old grain silos
and loss of old barns
as yellow leaves fall
upon red leaves
already downed.
They tell me of their struggles –
adventures
close calls with cats
and their general dislike
for pigeons.
Grudges long held.
They ask me if I
will fade into darkness
this evening as
the conversation turns.
I smile and walk back
into the house.
Conversations with Ravens
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