the one winged raven
like silver maple seeds
spins
in the vast azure above

a feathered cyclone
whipping dirt
stinging the chafed skin
of ruddy cheeks

i squint into the sun
to stare
without knowledge
as the raptor grows closer

inquisitive
yet filled with fear
black feathers
like daggers slice

i let my arms fall
to my sides
accepting the fate
so awkwardly bestowed