*So Fox in the wonder of the world sees a Black Bird going about the day. Fox goes to this Black Bird, looks the creature up and down. Fox saw a bird bigger than Crow with wedged-shaped tail feathers and thick beak. Fox says “Ho, Black Bird. You are here. I think I know you. Are you Raven?” And Raven replies "Fuck yeah, I'm ravin'. I’m ravin’ for the day and night." Or so it might be told.*
Ravens belong, like crows, to the Corvus family. Smart as smart can learn, the birds of this family maintain social ways. While crows gather in chill groups of community service, ravens more likely stay in mated couples, listening to cool jazz thru the moody night. No fault to them, ravens have become symbolic of something or other. This occurred because Edgar Poe wrote a poem about a bleak person confronted by an anthropomorphic Raven. Beating the odds, this poem became famous as an excited readership learned to mope more while lifting grieving heads to the heavens. And yet ravens fly like part of the wind, and ‘nevermore’ they see as ‘evermore’ in the instant of the instance now. Grasping in your discontent, perhaps you hold too much of what cannot be held.
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