I'd be Raven, but with an iron stomach to
digest tall milkshakes after a dinner of gin and tonics
and greasy fajitas, forget the flying and high kicks.
indigestion is what keeps one up at night,
although I guess Raven doesn't have to sleep;
I have noticed the ravens dozing
off mid-day instead of cawing in the trees along
the rushing creek, the tree trunks are groaning
all the way to their roots.
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