Fall in the Woods (Raven)

The beginning of fall brings changes throughout this wooded area.

The leaves are changing colors, and the wind whips around my face just a bit more.

As I stray from the path and walk between the trees, I hear a sound from above.

I look up, and a raven stares back at me.

It flies from the branch and lands on my shoulder. 

It doesn’t need to make a sound for me to know that it has what I’m looking for.

It has found my prey.

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