It’s nice to be here
And expecting everything
to come of it.
Watching the ravens & magpies
Experiment with each other
Their black and blue feathers
Rebelling against the white-out world
Covered in snow & sympathy
Messengers of Failure’s mascaraed
As they attempt
One swoop delivers them to victory.
And just as they did, their failure,
they accept their fortune
No need to define it as tangible
promises to repeat their damning ways, trusting faithfully in their own
Until they have completed their work in the world.