Many thanks to the Confessionalist Zine for first publishing..Raven Friend, RIP.
Issue 3–My Mind Has Thunderstorms
— theconfessionalistzine.wordpress.com/2020/11/25/2-poems-by-mark-tulin/
~Raven Friend, RIP by Mark Tulin
My wise old friend died.
Once a presence in the sky,
now a quiet splatter on the ground.
From one heavy and cold
moment, when the lightning
struck his night-black body.
I used to see him on the utility wires.
I often waved, and he screeched
in recognition.
He was my raven friend,
my connection with nature
as if I were his next of kin.
I tried to revive him,
invoking the native spirits
who fly like eagles.
But his bond with life was broken--
his magic black wings
failed to soar.
The message was dramatic.
My friend now lives in the hereafter--
no remorse, only acceptance.


:_( Sorry about your friend. I have a friend who would feel the same you do. She loves crows!
Terrible loss.