Evolution Of Sorts Poem by Shirley Harrison

It was only a matter of time
now Raven is back
he's siting on my windowsill
somber feathers of black
this time it is different
because I already know
so I told my raven
that he could now go
he said in a whisper
'oh come now be strong,
everything has its end
and one day will be gone'
and as I turned to see the sunlight
the sunlight that shone...

I looked down on the garden
and saw a magnificent swan.