A Series Of Sweet Poems

                I once was a raven.
                Flying helplessly in the sky.
                But then I wondered why.
                I should even fly.
                I once was a raven.
                Who had a broken wing.
                I laid in a pile of twigs.
                I cried for a moment.
                Then it started to rain.
                I once was a raven.
                Who was dead on the ground.
                I just laid there with nothing but a doubt.
                That someone would find me.
                I once was a raven.
                And a squirrel is eating my corps.
                No one ever did find me.