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Sunday, March 18, 2007

Raven


She's a beauty,
my Raven
sleek black and shining
moves like liquid night
flowing on ground, unnerving
as lightning on a summer night
sweet as blackstrap molasses
she waits for me at sunrise
knows where I am in the house
because she sits on alert outside
windows as I move from room
to room, getting ready to leave
and she knows, she knows
and waits for my voice, my hand
her eyes adore, her head seeks
my stroking hand, my Raven
my girl, the only one who loves me
with complete, unnerving devotion
my dog, shelter bound before I found her
tied to a chain in a tiny yard
eyes begging me to see her,
love her, please just love her
that part was easy; who could have known
she'd become my dog, my girl
my Raven

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