We saw a raven in the fork of a tree
spreading its wings: taut and dark
in the shadow of the belfry—
Even this far in the city, it is
a wild thing. It won’t come,
it won’t eat from your white hand—
[LAG-other-response date=”01 27 2013″ url=”https://www.vianegativa.us/2013/01/larks/” title=”Via Negativa: Larks”]