• The raven circles, black
    like the cloudy orb
    sunken into the skull of
    its prey, a pinwheel
    of light as it spins
    before the sun, vertigo,
    dark and light, day and night,
    blinding brilliance.

    The dance reminds you of
    the unavoidable.

    You fear
    the bird, this
    feeling, prickling up your spine
    like a porcupine rolling across
    your back, but there is
    nothing to stop the dive,
    the looming.