Silent are the raven's talons
Upon the fresh-fallen snow
Black eyes flick to the slowly turning moon and stars
That suddenly drop from the midnight sky
The basketball moon thumps into a snowbank
The stars, like cinders, melt pinpricks into the bone-white dunes
This the raven has done on just the first night
While half the humans sleep
And the others await their turn
Upon the fresh-fallen snow
Black eyes flick to the slowly turning moon and stars
That suddenly drop from the midnight sky
The basketball moon thumps into a snowbank
The stars, like cinders, melt pinpricks into the bone-white dunes
This the raven has done on just the first night
While half the humans sleep
And the others await their turn
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