The Ravenous Raven

by Gary Inbinder


A frost is on the pumpkins,
Like dew upon the grass.
Long, the creeping shadows,
How silently they pass.
A corbie caws in yonder oak,
Lo! A mouse he spies.
Like an arrow to its target,
On sable wings he flies.
“Wee!” cries the murdered mousie,
So perishes the prey,
Engorged within the raven’s maw,
Victualed. So ends the day.
Evening falls. The corbie flies away.


Copyright © 2008 by Gary Inbinder

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