Alone in the shade under the old oak tree sitting pretty is a raven perched atop the branch; it caws three times in my direction & fluttering off yonder, no more words to say Suppose it's for the better now; casually examining discarded ebony quill
i am a philosopher of eternal thought
Alone in the shade under the old oak tree sitting pretty is a raven perched atop the branch; it caws three times in my direction & fluttering off yonder, no more words to say Suppose it's for the better now; casually examining discarded ebony quill