One of my ravens, waiting
Morning chores they watch me do,
I prune and weed until I’m through.
The bowl of kibbles that I carry
Commands attention, so they tarry.
I feed the ravens every day.
No need to wait, is what I say,
Like chickens scratching at my feet
You’re welcome to come near and eat.
But wisdom in a raven’s mind
Says keep some distance from my kind.
A human who seems calm and mild
Might plot to hurt a raven child.
So I retreat when I am done.
On whispering wings, the ravens come
To share the bowl I left for them,
In a world I share
with feathered kin.
Kate Rauner
Not my usual science-inspired poem today, but I claim a poet’s prerogative to rhyme about whatever suits me 🙂
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