The raven chick, with startled eyes,
Fell from its nest on high.
Its frail wings, useless lie,
But a croak its throat brings nigh.

Immovable, fully trusting,
Its cloaked guardians, who soar nearby,
From every stranger, guarding,
Though I mean no danger, I don’t pry.

Soon the flock has formed,
A live tornado round the red-eyed fleck.
Lifted from its mossy perch, caressed,
Until I, who meant no danger, could see but a speck.

Loads of lessons to be learnt,
As I gazed at the sky which brilliantly burnt.