A raven flew past my kitchen window
and turned to look back over his shoulder
where another raven was gaining air
on his starboard wing.
Were they playing cops and robbers?
Racing madly to the river?
Competing for First-to-the-Food?
(Who knows what ravens do!)
It was the shoulder check that caught my eye;
I, too, have been casting backward glances
at all the ways our world was
but now
isn’t.
Charis D Crandall 