A Raven spoke to me this morning.
He asked, "follow me?"
I asked him, "where?"
His only response: A blank stare.

So I spit out more questions like,
"how do we get there?", "will we be gone long?"
He took a long breath. "My dear, your questions are all wrong."

Feeling defeated, I let out a sigh.
Eyes burning, I threatened to cry
The raven seemed to know why
And took to the sky.

He told me I too could fly,
I only need try.