Lisa’s Bird

The raven is so very much feared here

by all except Lisa’s friends

who have her mark upon them

nighttime is always announced with a solemn knock

upon her ancient dark oaken doors

the lady and the bird have a quiet rapport

stagnant waters encircle her home made of stone

she sits alone nightly waiting to greet visitors

Sunday Muse #217

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