Regarding the raven

Viktoria Schroedel-Rother

See its feathers, black, glossy, as though polished;

See its eyes, white, penetrating, an avian PET*;

See its beak, sharp, a dagger, from which you hear that wild Terra Australis cry;

See it fly, land cautiously, on balconies, bashful;

See it harried, by noisy miners, magpie-larks, unjustly;

See it immigrate into cities, seeking food, water;

See it delight me, observing its blackness.

_{*positron emission tomography}