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Love and Ravens
We know it’s fake, we remember the chase
Jan 23, 2022
In the woods, the ravens called hey
like a loud boy pulling a scratched face
through tangled brush.
No amount of sleeping bag
can block out the panic. It’s a loud shout
of hey in choir falsetto like someone
stealing candy from a shocked playmate
somewhere else within the campground.
No small hey and amount of fire light
can burn off the fear that flickers
in the fathered piece of a reptile mind.
The ravens like to call hey then cluck
like laughing velociraptors. Even when
we know it’s fake, we remember the chase,
our scream of hey like the boy and his shout.
©️ Trapper Markelz 2022
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