The Raven Call
From embers charred and dying
Silken black wings spreading free
The dark and glistening eye
Seeing all before it clearly
The raven call is known
To all that glide in circles high
Curling winds rising grown
Echoing the passerine cry
The common wait patiently
For a warning yell
Guarding against raptors all faithfully
Never alone all is well
Caution as they step crabwise
Towards the strange unknown
A glance that clearly spies
One not of their very own
Then turning slyly away
With a gentle carefree hop
Rising on outspread wings
Alighting high on a treetop
L. D. Sumner, November the 27th 2017 ©