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Raven cawing, tapping stone
whilst underneath claw bloodied bones
Scratching, clawing to get out
only the raven hears the shouts
It’s eyes look on coldly without a care
into the distance they do stare
Ruffling feathers in darkening skies
Soon it’ll go, off to fly
It gulps a piece of meat
blood falling from its beak
Cawing louder for its mate
as skinless fingers scrape under Raven’s Grave
Caw, Caw, louder still
no escape, had its kill…
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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on July 3, 2013
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