Ravens
By Dr. Mary Crowell
© 2001

Black wings beat. They’re near the glass of my window.
Shattered sound jars something in my mind.
As I watch them flying high and low,
Playing games with others of their kind.

Ravens,
Adorning their wings with shards of night.
Ravens,
Traveling farther in their flight.

Pictures tumble down like rocks and boulders,
Magic messages which cloud my mind.
Thought and mem’ry sit upon my shoulders,
See what’s seen by others of their kind.

Ravens,
Searching for secrets in the night.
Ravens,
Gathering wisdom in their flight.

Beats his wings. And now we have a shoreline.
So it’s said in the collective mind.
Making worlds, he is a bird divine,
Bringing water to the human kind.

Raven,
Gathering people in the night.
Raven,
Yes, it is he who sets things right.

Black wings beat. They’re near the glass of my window.
Shattered sound jars something in my mind.
As I watch them flying high and low,
Playing games with others of their kind.

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