I speak often of ravens or black birds They fly out in front of me as I drive So as to signal me; wave the caution sign I feel that they are my guardian angels Even angels like me have guards They caution me to take it easy Be aware of the day ahead I do not try to avoid them They tell me to speak softly Your words are like thunder they say Speak kindly I think of these things Birds as counselors They do a pretty fair job As an angel, I think of my qualities People cannot see me glide Cannot be reminded of what I stand for Be guided by my presence I cannot influence the birds It does not seem fair The advantages should be mine I can only observe People I wish to warn are missed My wings are tucked as I drive I do not constantly change form My human instincts prevail My angel-self understands There is no animosity It is just the way it is The raven wins Stanski February 26, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 