I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Sunday bird blogging
A raven in Half Moon Bay.
I'd never seen a raven in the wild before, and this one was lording it over some crows and blackbirds in a picnic area before flying up in this tree, and I was surprised once again by how huge they are.
I wouldn't say his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, but if he or one of his friends should happen to take residence on a pallid bust of Pallas just above your chamber door, you too might well be driven to write mad gothic poetry about the situation.
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1 comment:
Shiny, brilliant creature, that raven. And the Robert Hass poem about birds and absence was beautiful, too.
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