Soundlessly beating wings,
Quiet 'till the end of time.
Tearlessly crying over things,
Forever still, 'till the end of time.
Midnight feathers, old and curled,
Dull leaves rustling and dancing so.
Drooping heavily with the weight of the world,
The night has fallen, and morning must go.
The time has come, yes, it has come,
For the shadow birds to roam the night.
"These creatures are signs of evil," say some.
If they be bad, it's flee or fight.
Morning light shall never come
With flapping, flapping wings, alright.
The field is empty, there is no one-
The caws of ravens bring the night to life.
This month we have a poem from ~Shimmer~, inspired by this pet: