Sep 2013
Raven
Raucous cackle of raven.
Outside fast food joint.
Scavenging for scraps.
Discarded from those already been.
Sat on the wall.
Surveying the locale.
Gleaming oily black feathers.
Shining in the morning sun.
Sits there like some aged crone.
Stoic.
Not moving as a soul walks by.
Not even a twinkle in his dark eye.
Unnerved not by traffic's pass.
The bus drives past.
He sits and waits.
And waits some more.
For discarded scraps of those before.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Raucous cackle of raven.
Outside fast food joint.
Scavenging for scraps.
Discarded from those already been.
Sat on the wall.
Surveying the locale.
Gleaming oily black feathers.
Shining in the morning sun.
Sits there like some aged crone.
Stoic.
Not moving as a soul walks by.
Not even a twinkle in his dark eye.
Unnerved not by traffic's pass.
The bus drives past.
He sits and waits.
And waits some more.
For discarded scraps of those before.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
First time I ever saw a raven sat in an urban area..traffic flows freely but it was not at all disturbed..He just sat there watching!
