Photo Artistry by kenne
Angry Raven
Dark flash on the limb—
he jerks, flares, and squawks aloud
like sky has betrayed.
No wind, no rival,
just the weight of summer heat
pressing on black wings.
He scolds the silence,
each cry a sharp-edged protest
hurled at empty air.
Then—sudden stillness.
Even his shadow seems mad,
shaking on the limb.
Thank you, Kenne, for the excellent poem and the angry raven who inspired it. Here, it is so hot that I can easily sympathise with the raven!
Joanna
Stay cool.
wonderful poem and pic of an angry raven
Thank you.
Is he angrily yelling because he’s so dishevelled?
Good question.