Raven by Stephen Keating

I am reborn every day into something new 
Today I was walking alone on the yard 
Coming back from my shift in the kitchen
I heard a cawing and looked up to see 
A raven flying low across the brilliant blue sky 
He was big and black as Cimmerian darkness
I thought…today I am a raven! 
But in an instant he disappeared 
Over the wall….
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