Oh what a great sight to see.
Ravens in my window on a desolate foggy morning.
It’s a funny reminder that life is not as empty as it appears to be.
I might not have very many loved ones with me anymore.
But, I know the winged creatures of the blackness are always there for me.
Lonely, simple, stranded souls trapped into the corporal form of feathered beings.
A symbol of fortune and a friendly reminder of potential omens representing the future.
I can often feel myself dancing, if not waltzing to the inner joy I feel from these creatures.
I love how they perch themselves upon my withered wood and wire fence just to see me.
Just to see me in the wake of a new day.
Why do other people foolishly cower from the sight of these beings?
The Raven is just as beautiful as any other creature who inhabits this earth.
They are not a symbol of death, decay, nor evil.
They are a symbol of love, fortitude, passion, and protection.
At least to me they always have.
Even as a child I saw them as a glimmer of hope during my darkest days.
One day, these birds will nevermore be a victim of hatred and disgust.
I love my dear Ravens in the window.
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