Through The Eyes of The Raven
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"The Raven squawked above me,
As I wandered down the trail.
Resting solemn in a dead tree,
As I searched for the Holy Grail.
Resembling somebody's brother,
From an old and tattered page,
Before the night revealed its cover,
The Raven revealed his rightful age."
As dusk approaches, a solitary Raven rests in a dead tree along AZ's Bell Rock Trail.
August 13, 2009