A dead knight becomes a source of food for a group of carrion scavengers in these two grizzly ballads.

Haiku.

I wrote this for a poetry contest about a blackhaired girl named Raven.

Haiku-almost a haiku.

When we get something free, we don’t weigh the value.

Poem about birds, the aftermath of a storm, Bora Bora.

I was getting used to jogging with weights and I saw a flock of crows in the sky and dozens of them purched on one tree in front of me. They cawed at me fiercely as if they didn’t want me to pass.

Birds, Bora Bora, storm, lost love.

There was a tiny fruit bat (size of my palm including wings) that got hit by the fan and could not fly because of the slit in the tail. Had to pick it up and medicate it until it was able to fly confidently.

The tiny animals are bestowed upon with great brains that would make them seek help from anybody, even the most dangerous humans, when required! Once saved the shrew which was stuck in a hole and a couple of bats in different circumstances.