the happening

The happening

 

On the balcony sat a raven it had yellow eyes

It crewed with delight.

 

Ill in bed the flue, a stream of transpiration

turned into a raging river.

 

Transported me to the sea which was cooling

and calm lowered the fever.

 

The raven had fallen to its death into the canyon

of high rise flats.

 

A man picked it up his dinner of the day saved

he wore a feather on his hat.

 

 

◄ a good lunch

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