(a bit of poe, a tad of corgi, smidgen of reality, and definitely not a piece of fantasy)

Today was another day. One filled always with the love of wonder and why.

It started as they always start ,a dog waiting for breakfast, a stock market beyond bizarre, and have you seen the price for shit called, gold? Fucking insanity at play.

and then, on pile point a ‘swarm’ of ravens having a meeting. 44 to be exact and why? Definitely not 43 or 45 or 1 or 100, that’s why.

What a meeting of minds, and then ducks and more and now, a poem full of so much; a bit of mind.

***

A ripple of a sky waiting to be feathered

Promontory of the base of a mind

Lost in the between; score tied

then…

Swirl of movement the children of the wind, surveying a recent battlefield where there was a duel between cows and freedom and why.

Grand of course the pose; posturing in attitude then to take altitude; path forward and back again.

No, there is no more the rancid and freezing gut pile, nor migration to greener ways

there was however, a basket and a mind

Gather in the Raven.

gather in the raven

so much has to yet live with so much left to die.