The Raven
Little bird
that sits on my windowsill
those yellow eyes
piercing my soul.
Black feathers
disguised into the night.
I see you before I sleep,
able to tell my secrets to
since you cannot speak
except for a caw
that escapes
your
beak.
Little bird,
my best friend
your short life
will never end.
For I am with you now and forever
so stay by my windowsill