Empty…

I hear the flapping of his wings

The screech of his cry

As his blackness intrudes on my sight

And I realize…

The yellow

His dark beady eyes

His sharp, damaging claws

As they wrap around the branch

As though he were wrapping them around my throat

Depleting me of all oxygen

Silently lingering above me

The leaves crinkling

Giving way to his power

And they realize…

The bitter taste

The unsettling feeling

The sickness in your stomach

And the world realizes…

As it is blanketed in black

Consumed by his darkness

He has just landed

The crow.

(came across this poem that I had written shortly after Ryan’s passing in 2012)

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