Insistent thudding.Knocking.
Banging.
In the kitchen.
Above my head.
A darkness on the frosted skylight.
A cat, I thought, and went outside calling, “Here kitty kitty.”
The big raven walked to the edge of the flat roof.
“What do you mean... kitty,” said Raven, looking down at me.
After all this time, I should have known.
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3 comments:
Love your raven! He has such personality!
What great drawing. The composition is so dynamic, and fabulous detail on the feathers!
Thank you! Hey Coreopsis,how are you?
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