A raven would
Literally have to scream
Nevermore in my face for
Me to know the difference
Between him and the
Crow over whom he has
Elevated himself
Largely by having once
And famously screamed
Nevermore
In this other poet’s face.
-M. Ashley
A raven would
Literally have to scream
Nevermore in my face for
Me to know the difference
Between him and the
Crow over whom he has
Elevated himself
Largely by having once
And famously screamed
Nevermore
In this other poet’s face.
-M. Ashley
I can never get the differences straight because there are different cultural stories, natural and supernatural, that muddy up the waters. If you’ve ever seen the craven raven black flag waving over a nest, beware: they crow about their victories when attacking in a group, but their shouted caw-poems are as dark as a raven-haired witch’s black-cauldron carrion stew.
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An image of black feathers circling counterclockwise in the stew. Witches don’t caw when they attack in a group. They cackle.
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