And the raven


A raven wonders over the widow sky.

And the ravens trick the black cobweb
to drink the blue cocktails.

And the raven clicks her buttons of the solemn.
And the ravens open the square pocket,
on a sunny day.

And the ravens wonder over her widow sky.

And the raven clicks her silence with the natural caffeine,
and hides her solemn head.

And the ravens eat a black beak with their flash caution.

And the raven boils her belly under its revenge.

The ravens smile the belly
and drink the name of friendly talk.

But the raven doesn’t know them at all.

The raven flies over her revenge.

But the ravens stare the fast fingers
through their formal addiction.

And the jazzy sound slows their flap for 2 seconds.

Then the raven wonders over the window wordness.

Then their fingers and two toes
move fast as
the topping under the table.

And the funny ravens leave this blending ground.

Then the raven flies over the manner world.

And the ravens were the natural animals,
but become the nocturnal birds.

And they drink the cocktail with the glass of the
cobweb sound.

And the raven lives for her nature in their wild world.