• RAVEN ON A LAMP POST



    my glasses picked you out on the street lamp post
    and I wondered whether you were a crow or a hawk
    an eagle would have been proud to see your stance...
    the way you held your regal head with poise
    the way you watched my well considered walk
    I would have guessed an osprey taking a chance
    its silhouette dark... black before the sun...
    with no sight of a fish thus far in the parking lot
    my eyes then found themselves where a raven scolds
    god fearing men for daring to think her one
    my reason gone, my sanity awash, my memory lost
    a daydream grants me a sight too much to behold...
    but caw, caw, cawing you mark me a foolish bird
    and mock me, my command to eagle be, left unheard.