The Visitor Poem by Albert Ahearn

The Visitor



Corvus corax with croaking cries
Why look at me with one black eye?

Your presence here I’d not request
What seek you in black splendidness?

Why perch you there on bended bough
Hid beneath your feathery shroud?

Why stare at me with solemn bent
Why do you croak a dark lament?

Begone! Dark shiny messenger
Sound your dirgeful hymn elsewhere.

But still it perched unmoved in tree
And now both eyes transfixed on me.

Unfolded wings that made no sound
The visitor alight to ground

And plucked an iris growing near
I knew right then its purpose here.

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