When he is close, my spirit soars.
A visceral pull, I can’t ignore.
Now Raven lands with a raspy caw.
His strong beak picks at a scaly claw.
My eyes squint in the winter sun,
As bright as the mind of this desert son.
According to his ancient story
Black feathers singed by fiery glory.
I watch him stretch his charcoal wing,
What gift today, do you have to bring?
He cocks his head and speaks to me
My story! He caws quite wildly,
The day I was the clever one,
Who flew close enough to catch the sun.
The day I brought light to everyone.
Now, forever marked as the darkened one.