Raven Of One Poem by Ron Pate

   Raven of one beckoning at the earliest of eve takes perch upon the black coal seam, disappearing into it's hollows, watching me  as the days light falls to the shadows.  
   What significance brings you guardian of the dead?  Does your piercing stares bring of bad news and despair, or is my soul lost and you're here to collect the fare?  
   Maybe it's me, nothing at all, just superstitious lore knocking upon my minds door.  
   Your laugh goes unheard as you began choking, sounding out, preaching the call for the arrival of deaths cold hand.  
   Raven of one of  the earliest of eve take wing and vanish from my sight.  Leave me neath  a star filled sky to ponder your reason   for flight and why you were watching me tonight.