The raven

A raven
black as night
held his wings close
his body
rested on a branch
waiting
waiting for the time
when he could
f
  l
    y
stretch his wings—
glide through the night
find a home—
though he knew
that could never be
leave this branch
find a new
home that would never be—
give his freedom
all he knew
a chain around his foot—
nights are for ravens
with wings
fly be free
sinister thoughts
malice
the old raven's life is this
he calmed his heart
settled his mind
for this was where he'd be