To Chat With A Raven

Something I've actually done

Wind whispers through fingers
of ebony black pinions
Head cocked to watch me
as he drifts past my eyes

Apprising and appraising
My place in his dominion
Head cocked to watch me
As he effortlessly flies

To a graceful landing
Atop a lodge-pole pine
Then the head cocked again
Ebon eyes locked on mine

As if posing the question
Without uttering a word
What is your  place here
In my world?…asked the bird

The question was stated
As a guttural squawk
Yet understood quite plainly
If one can parse Raven talk

On my precarious perch
On my pre-Cambrian ledge
I pondered the question
As I looked down at the sedge

Five hundred feet down the bottom lies
Perhaps a bit more… or less
I peered into the raven’s obsidian eyes
And replied “not really sure, I confess”

Did I come here to leap
Did I come here to die
I was rather hoping
You could tell me why

He croaked, with a fluffing of feathers
“To leap, to die? no, not a reason so craven
The reason my son, and  a very good one
Was your need to chat up a raven

Author's Note

This one's for the birds

Reviews

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

Wow .. I love it .. I like all my feathered friends .. How special to be able to converse with a Raven ... Interesting !

Well done ! Jasmine