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A raven appeared upon Queen Street.
We were the only ones to hear the caw.
He meant no harm and was on his way home.
His hair was black and wavy.
deep navy eyes and full red lips.
someone pierced his beak.
He was one of the most beautiful ravens I had ever seen
 he  walked ahead of us.
I could not believe my luck being so close to such a shiny sparkly raven.
Others did not share our sentiment.
They harassed him, calling him names, asking: “What the hell is that!?”
My snow leopard appeared.
She roared: “it is 2010 people, get with the times!”
This could not be.
You see,
he was not from here.
He was not from
this place or time
and neither was I.
neither was the polar bear who walked alongside me.
The beautiful breaker of code slowed down to take his boots off.
They looked like they hurt his feet.
We introduced ourselves this bear and I.
Instead of flying our raven walked.
We walked alongside him.
The zombies and sheep were disturbed and awakened realizing their street was inhabited by animals.
We meant no harm
but could not bear to see the raven hurt.
The polar bear cried out in pain.
We were friends
the raven, bear, and leopard.
Why were zombies so angry?
Had they never seen sparkle before?
Had they never loved magic?
It was sad.
Such a sad way to end an evening.
We were followed.
By a man of steel and strength.
My teacher told me they call it hegemonic masculinity.
So this is what that means.
Well, we can’t have that.
We cannot fight a force that is weaker than the unity of kinship.
The leopard knew she must go home.
she must take her friends with her.
the raven was fine.
a raven is always fine not being liked.
a raven knows that danger follows when you sparkle and shine
maybe they wanted some of that sparkle.
we’d rather that
over  broken wings, paws, and mangled fur and feathers.