he stood naked
upon the shore
confused
in this moonless night
his breath
fog in the air around his head
a circle of ravens
hung motionless
like statues
carved from feathered ice
a faint silvery glimmer
caught his eye
from above
yet
his mind was consumed
by his own lack
of clothing
in the chill night
as the water laps gently
upon
his near frozen toes
something
in the water
calls softly
I could see the scene
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