Raven or crow?
A friend or foe?
Omen or chance?
I’m fraught not to know.
Places I go,
Always, they show–
Stalking the trails,
Watching my window.
Wraith audio,
Closing echo–
One lurks above,
Croaking its solo.
Drenched in shadow,
Still there’s this glow–
Its eyes caution,
But what could it know?
So, I forgo,
Risks to lay low–
On edge, I scan,
And wait for the blow.