The Raven

  I came to a window, luminescence of the moon shown through, there was nothing outside. Until I took a closer look, a raven with black feathers so black that when they got caught in the moon light they shown silver. I watched this raven, as he turned his head around this way and that. I watched for what must have been a good fifteen minutes, until he must have tired and needed to keep moving. He lifted his great silver wings, shadowing the moon light for a second as he began to soar through the sky and he seemed cocky as he over took the moon, he flew around almost arrogant. I pictured him smiling up at the moon as if to say ha ha, as he soared higher and higher he became a speck on the vastness of the moon, who seemed to grin at the night sky and the stars because he had taken back his sky from this great black raven. I sat and thought of this raven; of how nice it must be that whenever he wants to he can fly away higher and higher into the sky and never look back.

Reviews

[Mark D]

Really descriptive and well written. Thoroughly enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing it

[Emrick]

mmmhh.nice poem.