Two ravens sit atop fence posts in a long, low-hilly field.
Exchanging harsh words, they argue for a little while
about bird-things of little consequence
Two ravens take flight, circling over two hats
worn by two heads, which in turn had bodies stuck under them.
Two grating squawks filled the air
as the two hats (and their heads, etc.) trudged away from one another.
About face to find the other had done the same
Two ravens land on warm-dead corpses,
their dispute now resolved.
Their souls set off on a metaphysical odyssey
Doomed to wander forever on some other plane
while the ravens clean up the skeletons.
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