The man with the ravens

head invades my mind. A Siamese

cat draped over his arms is

a feline accessory to complement

his careful look.

Raven’s glossy wings sweep

back in an unseen wind

to fly them all somewhere.

No one seems to know

the destination. They may

not care. They have each other

and so content they simply

ride together out of fixed

time. The next picture

waits to receive them maybe

in a place of possibility

and constant motion.

Janice Eskridge 2020