Comments about Chris Raven
i fly through the night.
Through the cold bitter Rain.
I look for a place to rest my tired and nearly frozen wings.
The only place i can find is beneath a old apple tree.
There i find you close to freezing and without hope.
A cold lost soul just like my own.
I land my tired body right next to yours.
And together we survive the cold winter night.
Our body, s close.. we become one.
One body, one soul, one Raven