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A poem for those of us who admire and watch ravens:

Ravens Play Raven

on a glorious Sunday way past noon

we see three, no four now twenty more

ravens surfing the thermals in the sky-blue sky

raven trickster, raven rhapsody, raven rapport,

raven messenger of pleasure

never seen before—

they swoop, loop, plunge,

barrel-rolls skyrocket down

spin summersaults, cartwheels

what acrobatic surrender to adore!

they put the ease in trapeze—catch

and lock their partner’s talons

they chase, tease, tuck-in wings

like a peregrine

speeds toward bottom

jets right back up

raven haven

raven rambunctiousness

raven confidence knows no bounds

a raven kind so black, so precise, so true

yes, suns do delight beyond man’s mad world

where sunlight peaks on raven-black wings

where ravens play raven—tumble, rumble

into that deep guttural croaky song

that wants out.

–by Penina Ava Taesali, November 15, 2021.

FOR SOME VIDEO THAT CAPTURES RAVEN FLIGHT AND UNIQUENESS, CLICK HERE.

RAVENS’ LIFE, FROM START TO ADULTHOOD, CLICK HERE.