The air was full of ravens today

Krawking, soaring, arguing, perching, looking about.

As if they’d all just gotten the same wake up call for half-past winter.

Or, perhaps, were simply looking for other ravens with which to do raven-y things in order to create more ravens.

It is, as always, hard to say. And the ravens, of course, aren’t telling.

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