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By Cheri H., Kittery Point, ME
They are calling
Listen closely - can't you hear them?
They perch like ravens
waiting, watching, listening.
Silent as a feather
Their fingers upstretched
reaching to pull down the sky
From side to side they move
To the sounds of an ancient tune
Forgotten by those who dwell
in the darkness of closed mind.
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
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