In his newly acquired silver coat
Soaking up the heat
Of a luminous spring day
Impervious to the blaring rays
Sir Raven rests on the tiled roof
Before delivering a high and loud banter
A few rodomontades are heard
To attract our attention
Followed by a keen message
That everyone hears
But none understands
Disgusted by our apathetic behaviour
To this rousing speech
Sir Raven flies away with a last comment
Flapping his wings in a disparaging way
To the next set of neighbourly roofs
To repeat the process.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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