Quickly repeated
and high-pitched chirps
came from a branch.
On it, there was a nest,
and in it, there were three
baby crows.
Toward them, came flying
the Raven.
He gave them their food,
and cawed to them
as if telling them what He
had seen.
"A dead person being honored,
a big crowd looking at a couple,
a small crowd around a table,
and another big crowd
singing and then looking at me.
That's what I've seen, and
I'll come back when I've seen more."
The little babies almost cried.
They couldn't yet express themselves,
but their chirps almost sounded
like weeping.
Their father cawed as a farewell,
and then, also sad,
the Raven flew.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 2:35 PM UTC
Quickly repeated
and high-pitched chirps
came from a branch.
On it, there was a nest,
and in it, there were three
baby crows.
Toward them, came flying
the Raven.
He gave them their food,
and cawed to them
as if telling them what He
had seen.
"A dead person being honored,
a big crowd looking at a couple,
a small crowd around a table,
and another big crowd
singing and then looking at me.
That's what I've seen, and
I'll come back when I've seen more."
The little babies almost cried.
They couldn't yet express themselves,
but their chirps almost sounded
like weeping.
Their father cawed as a farewell,
and then, also sad,
the Raven flew.
Sorry for the delay (again). Here's the 5th poem in the series "The Raven flew". The others are tagged with #theravenflew.
BTW, I won't post regularly the foreign word poems anymore. I am open to suggestions though, so if you want a word that you like to get a poem, send it to me and I may make it.
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Copyright: Shattentraumer, 2026. Licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0/). Original: https://hellopoetry.com/poems/5301200/the-raven-flew-5
