Conversing Muse

Hey guys, from now on my profile pic will relate to my latest poem so i will keep changing the pic everytime.) On having seen these birds i tried to give imagination some flight) . As black as my birdlover poet's pen ink Coal black as any poet's ink, hue upon hue a rook and a raven flew flew flew as the wind it breezily blew blew blew And blustery became the view, view, view An albatross then gracefully took to the air and for hours it seemed to linger there O' birds of flight your secrets tell and if you know which of us had end up in heaven or hell? For isn't all is well that ends well. Lets pray there ain't hell's murk but Eden's light at the end of the tunnel!