©2021 Michael Raven
fevered
i burrowed deep
under a canopy of
sisters & brothers
making my bed
scented pine
still deeper
my soul ached
with the sunshine
shadows i keep
deep inside
old owls cooing
comfort as the hunger
made the rounds
seeking to satiate
while i played the
craven
hiding in plain sight
Beautifully written…
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Thank you.
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My pleasure Michael
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