Walking Through the Dark
38” x 50”
Acrylic/Canvas

Walking through the dark of the tree 
I can feel them move 
barely hearing, guttural gurgle,
croak of a warning.

Leaves at night join 
the black like heavens 
lit only by twinkles
a stillness so deep we forget movement.

A step, the snap 
so loud it seems like a bull whip
I jump full with 
a grisly warning 

Careful friend watch your step or 
the fates may descend 
upon your hatless head
then what will you do?

Ravens have that way 
using their night color 
to induce unwelcome feelings
of unknown potential.