Petite raven
I see you
Wanting to disturb the peace
See you
On the branch of the tree
Listening to me
Distracting and converting
My thoughts and speech
Petite raven
You personify me
My deepest fears
Of being alone
In the night with nothing to do
But stare and stare
Through random widows
Petite raven
You have made things clear
I will go to her and ask her hand
And if no she says, well before you came
Plans I’ve made
Let’s just say I will get my way
