A whoosh of whispering air
A flicker of a wing
Black and smooth as the night sky
For whom does this dark bird sing?
It soars, flies, dances
Swift as the breeze
Sharp as the edge of the knife
Shrewd as the deadly seas
Those glittering eyes
Dark, endless holes
Like a unknown gateway
To a million souls
Into the air it flies
It’s form invisible against the night
It’s voice a siren’s song
That leads many to fake light
Their chatter is not a secret
They are made to enthrall
But, animals out there, you better hope
You don’t hear the raven’s call
— OrcasTogether
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 9:24 AM UTC
A whoosh of whispering air
A flicker of a wing
Black and smooth as the night sky
For whom does this dark bird sing?
It soars, flies, dances
Swift as the breeze
Sharp as the edge of the knife
Shrewd as the deadly seas
Those glittering eyes
Dark, endless holes
Like a unknown gateway
To a million souls
Into the air it flies
It’s form invisible against the night
It’s voice a siren’s song
That leads many to fake light
Their chatter is not a secret
They are made to enthrall
But, animals out there, you better hope
You don’t hear the raven’s call
— OrcasTogether
