Under the raven's eye

Eight

Old oaks bare the scars of arrowheads

Senses and wits are dimmed by the pipe's allure

Anger is fused into a trusty axe

Gaining speed on unwelcome guests

Edges of red paint adorn the aging warrior

A small metal arrow kills a mighty chief

Rounded horseshoes bring luck for the harvest

Anger is born of the prickly water crab

Poison in a bottle saps us of strength

A majestic bear plods close to the village

He edges close with dagger and pistol

Our children languish far from home

Learning to be silenced by the unwise

A spear remains to be plucked from its perch

Killer whales greet seafarers on the coast

Omens radiate from quivers beneath the canopy

Trembling before the might of the firestick

Arrows are flung to the four winds