There's a bird at my window tapping tap tap tap not with doom in its beak but with morning

See, Poe knew about the darkness how a bird could beat its wings against the chamber door of grief nevermore nevermore nevermore

But what if the raven came back? What if it learned a new word?

What if

Black feathers don't always mean mourning, sometimes they're just the color of every possibility pressed together

This raven doesn't quote the dead It beatboxes the future tap tap tap Says: "Look again"

So when the bird comes knocking with its obsidian beak, its coal-dark wisdom, don't ask it about darkness

Ask it about light Ask it about flight

Because optimism isn't some fragile white dove, friend. It's a raven tough and clever surviving on scraps building nests in graveyards and still singing.

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