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.
