A bit more Hallow’s Eve than New Year’s Eve…but this came from a poetry challenge a few years ago and I thought it was interesting.

Corvidae

Black oiled beauty
needle claws to grip
solid to my eye sockets
no longer needed by me

I'd rather be your throne

and you can be my new eyes
and continue on
in this dark world
light glinting and 
soul exposed 
in the off feather sheen
and firelight behind your beaded eyes

ever higher, above the madness
that ended me
you will be my wings and I
will be your resting stone
your peaceful,
calcified nest of respite

you will be my freedom
from the fog of earth
the stains of so many moments
now rested in the dry and brittle grass

we are a pair
dark wanderer
above the grief 
of an impermanent world
together in easy camaraderie
until your bones rest atop mine

the world will go on,
in wreck and ruin
growing up through our silent jawed beaks
until we are stones in the grass
nothing 
and everything
more