Shadow Diver (2)
Crouching,
Raven was making his way
Through the rows of huts.
Cautious steps,
A few.
Something was
Being stewed.
Youngsters having a barbecue.
He had to crawl,
Sand and stone.
Sparks and ashes.
Water?
None.
"Watch out!"
One.
"He won't bite your head off."
Two.
Raven could blindside them,
Fan the flames.