eyes and ears, the only witness stuffed shirt and stalk still, if you will earn your name All-Seeing, deep as full-dark with subsong, pulsating throat warder of murder stock still sunlit sheen of blue deceives ebony wings as three beaks belonging to brash birds, scoop and arching back, quench ebony throats spattered flecks of black deceive field of green stiff-legs obliquely hopping pair upon pair heed the wader’s quick halting clicks and crystalized song tempered beaks clack, fanned tails flicker, Ravens’ wings beat blurring like hands clapping, black across blue sky three at the trough untuck ebony wings spreading feathers as stained tips leaving charcoal fingerprints on pale blue canvas. the puckish warder perched on stuffed shoulder, pecked a vacant eye, chuffed its victorious caw and into the sky, flitted away.