who doesn’t put an eye
on the lone raven
perched on the park bench
and look back
as they pass?
rumors of delinquency
a bad reputation
pickers of roadkill trash cans
thieves bullies murderers
even among their own kind
some will run at it
yell wave it away
a warning if the
witch-eyes glance back
as it’s leaving
it remembers injustice
with the patience
of a shadow
carefully in the
middle of the day
much less restrained
deep into the night