It's warm and comforting
In the dark,
I can almost here the song
Of a little lark.

But wait!
Whats that I hear?
Soft crying
is coming to me ear.

The crying of a child?
No!
It's the raven
Sitting in the tree
He's come to sing
A little song to me.

And as I listen,
His feathers do glisten
But why does this soft song
Not move me along?

I realize
As the raven sings
What saddness
Thats his song brings.

Listen as I might
His song brings no delight

I ask the little bird,
"Whats wrong?
You sing such a sad song."

The raven looks at me
His voice wanting to break free
He flies away
Without saying good-bye
Into the darkness of the moon-lit sky.

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Here is another poem of mine, recently written when my heart was broken. I hope you guys like it as much as my other poem.