A single raven flew through the inky-black night sky
Swaying around the dimly glowing streetlights
Flying nowhere
Gliding around
Darting down
Reaching up
Twisting
Twirling
In the chilly air
Rapidly he slows down and perches atop a pole
Looking down at the city, full of fluorescent, colored lights fills his eyes
Buildings blur together making a rainbow of light
Not an odd rainbow, one very common, yet still as magnificent as could be
The raven sits comfortably, not a sound coming from him
This site always changes the way he views the new world, a different kind of beauty.
Every day he is presented with the gift of this seat being able to see the world
With a whole new vision.