On that day, there was a raven
Before me, a raven
I knew ravens
I knew the gold in a glint
And gave them
A shiny rock

Then, I was a raven
The words were alien
But they cooed something
And I knew
They just called me
Friend

Why am I in the world
Where my looks
Get me hurt
Again
And
Again

Why not live
Where a single
Shiny rock
Makes me
So easily
A friend

I don't know
Where to be
What to be
All I know
Is that one crow
Is my friend

I remember the day so clearly
The words brought to page so dearly
That raven hung in the air with the stone
But the raven was not alone

Another raven besides it
An omen, calling out this:
Nevermore, will you shift
For it was never bliss

The raven sounded alien
And I, alien, to it
It knew not what I was
And I intruded without cause

"Leave no trace"--the lesson, learned
Humans hurt the wild
And the wild hurts them
And I will not have it defiled

There were two ravens that day
One which thought me weird
The other which knew me
Nevermore, it cried

And even as I held my self high
I knew it was but a lie
Humanity I'd stick to shortly after
For it was the only course that's sure


Update, just found the original poem, I'm surprised by it, to be honest. I... forgot that animals are a lot nicer in this way. Ravens don't even have the ability to call each other weird. The uncanny valley is a human thing. When I was a raven, I was simply a raven to them. This is getting a bit uncomfortable to think about though. I also kinda don't like how I forced this poem into rhyming, it doesn't really fit. In some ways, the poem this poem's about is more beautiful.