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michael raven poems September 12, 2022 1 Minute

i shed bone
on meagre forest
trails meandering

i am feather
onyx caught in
undergrowth & dream

flint & steel
i peel away my
red fur black & white

moving glacial
i am the old oak
shifting through the night

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'twixt and 'tween
darkwood
poem
poetry
wildcrafted spirit

Published September 12, 2022

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