On a Beautiful Day

On a great beautiful day
The world is happy
Everything is going your way
You walk down an ill treated street
On a pole an old Raven perched
He is grey
His scaly feet tremble at the site of you
He watches you
He knows you
He flies off into the sky
He is old
He is a Raven
He knows what will die

poem by Aaron Burr
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!