These ravens with their black shadows <br />were perched on a water log. <br />Under the blue night- <br />all five in a row, <br />they were singing. <br /> <br />These ravens <br />outside of myself. <br />These ravens, <br />I've heard stories about them, <br /> <br />caught the reflection <br />of their blackberry eyes <br />under the silver moon <br />on the silver water. <br /> <br />These ravens, <br />why do they sing for me <br />when ravens do not sing?<br /><br />MARINA GIPPS<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-prophesy/
