![]() Raven’s callA Poem by Maxwell Ryder
The raven’s call,
Long and sonorous, Is the battlecry of Fall; It’s a sound Which yellow The leaves in fear, Shaking the boughs Of trees, Down to their sprigs; Waking morning risers In their toilet stalls; “I’m here,” it bellows, As men slowly head For the gallows, Factories and taverns, Under the eye Of Nature’s kapos. © 2019 Maxwell RyderReviews
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