Perched Under the Moon

There was a raven perched 

Under the moon—

Tilting its head curiously 

At the lunar light;


Shining like a new metallic button—signaling

To the raven that it wanted to be plucked


From loneliness

And introduced to other curios the raven

Had rescued over the years.


The bird spread its wings—

Telling the button in the sky that it would be there,

Ready to unfasten what had been secured

For long enough.


The moon was now the raven's

And the raven's collection had gained 

a luminary prize.