Ravencare

March Fifth, I dreamt. A raven reeled in front of me. Wore a neck-chain, blinked blue eyes. Startled, I started to swat. "Stop. She wants to feed you", says a voice. My arms sank. I opened my mouth. Quickfood sure-aimed shot from her beak. She fluttered and fanned, her wings fell feather warm on my naked neck.