The Raven and The Crest

Free verse fable

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One bold raven
was following the beat.
The beat of the light roll
of a cypress crest,
powered by the wind.

The crest and raven
in the shadow of moist clouds,
asocial and spiteful,
obscuring the brushstrokes
of a blue sky.

Beyond and always.
Above.
As a lit up lover
by a prehistoric fire.

The raven and the crest, the cypress, the clouds, the sky:
alive nature
looking
towards the turtledoves,
little farther on,
responsible and polite.

Those turtledoves
healing the shrunken tears
and the lashed wounds
by the precision
of the ax.

The turtledoves,
one for each scar
of the tree.

The wind
scented with rain
ruffled the feathers,
the crest and the raven
resumed to swing.