I awoke to ravens cawing.
Their voices sawing
Through my mind.
No peace can I find
From the bird of ill omen
Who mocked the Roman
As he withdrew from these shores,
The bird’s caws
Lost in sea and oars.
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K Morris - Poet 
Some early mornings crows seem to gather, as if they have chased away the Herring Gulls. What an evocative way to picture the romans leaving…
I absolutely love this Kevin. It speaks to my heart
Thank you, Lorraine.
Best – Kevin