Caveat: Poem #796 “What the raven said while standing on a guardrail”

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Let's look down in this river for food.
The water is flowing swiftly.
There are a lot of dead fish.
We can speak to our friends.
Tilt heads at the sun.
Taste the autumn.
Spread our wings.
Dive down.
Caw.

– a nonnet.