A high bridge
and a long lens
level us with the raven,
secretive creature of myth
and inaccessible roosts
in use for centuries,
wary of human contact,
a hundred feet above
the swollen river,
adding its complaints
to the churning rapids.
Maybe the nest is nearby,
generations of sticks
heaped in the girders.
The raven won't leave.
Where they go
on migration
is not known.
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