longing
raven flew over
me as I left manitou
raven soared above
me as I entered the ranch
what is this kindred
I feel with ravens?
the blackness?
the intelligence?
the freedom?
I stop and watch
its flight as if a parade
or procession hope
for close landing
so that we can commune
raven arcs
toward mesa top leaves
me in dry desert dust
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The last stanza is a great echo of the first with the alternating lines starting with ‘raven’ and ‘me.’ Also the conciseness. No need to say THE raven flew over. That was a wise choice.
Who is to say what birds choose us? Your spirit guide? Nice sparse language reads well.
This has a haunting, spiritual quality.