The ravens Myrtle and Melvin
did not judge the brand new bistro
as the battlefield was yet warm.
“I can’t get into a buteo mood,”
Raven Myrtle confessed to Raven
Melvin. He replied, “well fingernails caked
in blood, mud, gore, frankly my taste for
fingernails caked with blood, mud, gore, has gone
into a sabbatical and I doubt
I shall see such a taste return too soon.”
Just then their lanky heron waiter
sought to see if they were ready to eat.