Where do you go, little bird?

When you’re not here, where do stay?

You flit from vine to vine in my mind, filling me with promise.

But then you soar away into the night, leaving me alone.

Where do you roost, little bird?

When you’re not with me, where do you sleep?

Are you with another, teaching her how to fly?

I miss you, my sweet Raven.

My feathered muse.

But I’ll let you fly free.

Just please, please fly back to me.

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