raven up a tree watching
looking for chance, swoop
pick a food from a child
return to treetops, quick
a loud crow sears silence
victory cry; human creed
was it for raven; a joy
am trying to understand
their mysterious ritual
those sharp and keen eyes
claws that grab and fly
eons they survive this far
i know where they are
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Trying to understand mysterious rituals is very interesting definitely with this marvelous work. Fantastic sharing done here.10