Dream Bird . . . To Wear

Hmmm, this photo got me thinking:

About how much I do not love ravens.

Growing up they used to torment me every Saturday morning, starting their chants before 6:00 A.M. and all I wanted was sleep. I would dream of taking a baseball bat to them one day. I wanted them to hurt. But they did have a lovely coat of feathers.

It's like that poem says:

Take thy beak from out my heart,

and take thy form from off my door!

And get thee to my shoulders.

The more raven-jackets the better. I haven't completely decided, but I'm pretty sure I don't believe in bird-karma.