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A Kind of Karma - July 10, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • 12 hours ago
  • 1 min read

I counted fourteen huge black ravens,

scattered under the deep shade

of a mesquite tree, their beaks

split open, tongues panting,

gathered not to gossip

but watch each other

suffer the silence

of July’s heat,

a kind of

karma

for

their

cruelty

in April

 
 
 

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