Corvidae

Ravens, mine
Perched near the window
Waiting with gray flecking
Their wings
They shifted and sidled
Along the edge, quietly
Eyed me, their beaks
Curved to a smile
Soon they would be knocking
It would be my choice
To let them in, accepting pain
Or ignore their knock, denying forgiveness

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