The Raven

by muhammad ayman

Outside my window, there’s a crow standing
On a balcony in the opposite building
Raising questions without a single move
Is it alive?
Is it made out of plastic or maybe concrete?
Is it a crow or a raven?
What’s the difference?
I listen closely to the bird’s calls
I hear nothing
Well, that’s always the case
But I know it says something
Something that is very true
I don’t take a picture
I don’t say goodbye
Maybe it hurts to know
If you already did
If you just said something
I could have stayed
I would have stayed
I would
Seeing another common raven
On another gardened balcony
I know it’s not a crow
I close the drapes

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