The Raven

I saw a dead raven today.

It was night and I was rushing to get to my bus

And I almost stepped on it.

Its body was upright,

Legs pointing to the trees above.

In the trees,

Many ravens stood as if to blend into the dark sky.

My first reaction was shock.

My second reaction was sadness.

My third reaction was peace.

Once the calm of the situation set in within me,

The ravens from above began to cry.

It was a heartbreaking cry, but it soothed me.

Like the sweet voice of a baby’s mother, cooing and cooing.

Oh, how I pity that raven

For dying in peace with their fellow kin surrounding and mourning them.

The raven is apart of the sky now

And soon be apart of the earth.

Is it sad? Yes.

Is it disturbing that I found the idea of a dead raven on the sidewalk calming? Yes, indeed.

But, it’s just have I make peace with the world and the things going on within it.