RAVEN REPORT 0426
Madness is built right into my
I am stark, a raving raven
flying addled circles against the odds.
It comes with intelligence.
We’re having a dry spring this year,
the woods layered with dust and oak leaves.
As if I can read the keep-out signs,
I head for the wildlife refuge: I qualify
wildly and madly above the marsh.
In the shallow water, my rippled reflection
is safe, protected regardless of insanity.
To the east, the percussion of hunters,
a gleam between the chartreuse trees
beckons: rifles, sunglasses, the silver
tooth or Bud can. Already
I can see the crazy future.