‘A Raven’s Lament’
Levity was absent.
Lousy it was to complement; it was my demise.
It was not unknown for me to leave this perch
Enter some great church, a cathedral more to my
personality than one might think, the graveyards I
Why risk the identify an old gravestone could hide well its
No one much cared for my antics, ignored, an uncaged
actor not well up on the irony of other performances,
After all, a raven as I might be, not quite as free as you
With each flight lower and lower I would sink.
My eyes began to lose their gloss as another’s blue eyes
would curse mine into dullness, a lifeless sheen,
Flight would no longer be tolerable,
Drooping and graying wings, thinning feathers,
A cursed airfoil, make for less pleasure.
I am sorrowful.
Change of seasons
Summer drawing to a close
The pace of life slows
Ready for the beauty of fall
To see the colored leaves sprawl
Then is time for thanksgiving décor
Sheaves and Pumpkins and leaves on the floor
Enjoy the waning sun with a glass of cider to hand
And see the changes to the land
Prepare for winter it is nigh
Firewood piled high
Buy the chestnuts ready to roast
Then its time for Marley’s ghost