Black raven,


with a broken
arrow wing,

captain Ahab
limp as it
barely makes
it's way
over the
the stone

cobbled street.

fate's
cruel
breaths
rising and
falling
from it's
chest,

as it
stops
to awkwardly
leans to
one side
to rest

for a fractured

moment.

to reconcile
this moment
of solitude
and fate's
final judgment.

and meanwhile
your 3,000 miles
away

no one
to love
you now.

you hide
under your emotionless
blankets of your
cold empty
lover's bed.

the white whale
and true love
just outside
your grasp.

like this
bird,

on this

cold chill
street.

you just
sit...

waiting
for the
cat

to come.