263: The Raven's Reputation

There's a moss-covered nest in the gutter,

pressed up beneath the tiles of the roof.

Three stories up, it's a hidden tower,

unnoticed by the heads below.

Cars snake by, lanes merging and turning,

and the light at the crossing turns red.

The shrill beeps cut through the humming

of engines and business men clouding the air.

Silence follows.

From the depths of the shadowed nest,

black eyes gleam.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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