Seeing the black feathers
Scattered on the lawn
Beside the bus stop.
Unpleasant
As the warmth of sunshine
Being distributed
Among the world.
Nobody knows
How you ended up here,
And perhaps
No one wants to know.
For
You have been referred to
As the evil in disguise
But today
You are the angel.
Spreading your wings
On the path to heaven.
Leaving the dark feathers behind.
I wrote this poem simply because I saw a dead raven (or crow, I don't really know how to tell them apart) beside the bus stop outside my school, and I felt kind of disturbing and uncomfortable. I also posted this on Allpoetry while I was doing the self-publishing project, and got several comments.
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