Mar 2020
Black or blue
Iridescent feathers shimmering through
Scavengers with a noble walk
A raven squawk
Beauty in the sun
As it rearranges pebbles just for fun
A trickster, an omen of insight or ill
Beak meant to pierce old kills
The raven den was empty here in
But they still squawk
On a pole watching the world go
Looking for a shiny stone in the empty roads
Laughing without stock
To their friends and enemies aloft
Intelligence in their eyes
Claiming more than mere sight.
Iridescent feathers shimmering through
Scavengers with a noble walk
A raven squawk
Beauty in the sun
As it rearranges pebbles just for fun
A trickster, an omen of insight or ill
Beak meant to pierce old kills
The raven den was empty here in
But they still squawk
On a pole watching the world go
Looking for a shiny stone in the empty roads
Laughing without stock
To their friends and enemies aloft
Intelligence in their eyes
Claiming more than mere sight.
When the days get a bit much nature provides some relief. I watched a raven happily rearrange a pile of rocks. It was a simple thing but I found his joy infectious over the little stones.
