Broken Body but Their Spirit Soars
“Broken body but their spirit soars” I saw a dead Raven the other day This is not a poem (but perhaps it ought to be) Wings at an angle that shouldn’t be I wept, after being stunned at the sight I did say a prayer. But it didn’t feel enough Especially since corvids are special to me So I paid my respects by making art in their honour May they soar bright and high, whole, perfect Away from brutal ends They’re remembered. Embraced by Great Spirit - and greater skies