I am the raven
Awaiting the rodent to take its last breath
masked into darkness
Sidled into the shadows.
under the great gleaming golden disk
perched on a branch rotted to its roots
eyeing the future
ragged heap of sticky sweets.
Death minds its pocket watch
enjoying the rhythmetic tick
preserving the static balance
ridding the rind of its fruit
eyeing the sky
slips away
silence
easy is the end
delicious.