A flock of ravens flew right through my head.
I tried to shout, but my voice failed me.
Then one turned back while all the others fled.
It landed there atop the highest tree.
"What are you doing here?" it squawked my way.
"Since when can ravens talk?" was my reply.
"We always could!" he said, and added "Hey!
Since when do humans float up in the sky?"
And then I saw that he was sort of right.
When I looked down, the street was far below.
Somehow I'd left the ground and taken flight.
"That's pretty weird," I said. He squawked, "I know.
But humans are so lost within their pride,
that they don't even notice when they've died."
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