Rescued raven, a feather green-tagged --
no longer all-black.
Against a window, she beats her wings
and pecks at the other one she sees
What is that disdain in your eyes,
parrot? If you dare,
come out from the other side!
She caws up a thunderstorm,
the sun hid behind the clouds.
The other became a dark shadow,
ghost-clear; through the window's
black glass she could see inside --
an apartment long abandoned,
and the other, it had her eyes.
Afternote: I know that magpies have passed the mirror test of self awareness, but I'm not sure if ravens and crows can recognize themselves in the mirror. But they are such smart birds, I would tend to think they would eventually figure it out.
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