Why did the awkward raven spread its wings?
Did it wish to fly on that stormy night?
Did it imagine itself gracefully gliding through the wicked winds?
Did it want to fall?
Fall lower and lower out of the storm?
Fall to a safe place?
Was the ravenous raven searching?
Did it wish to eat?
Was it searching, not only for itself but for its kin?
Or had it already filled its belly and was wishing to return to its young?
It's young, desperately declaring their hunger
Or perhaps just wishing for the mother
Watch the raven black as night
Glancing back again against its might
To only fuel the growing fight
Decide to stay or take flight
Different paths decide what's right
The raven watches all his blight
May it all be clear in the mornings light.
