Once a Raven dressed in black came to sit and have a chat.
He spoke of much and said to me a bit of this and a bit of that.
I listened well and heard it all, that which he so had to say.
Of times and tales and such a ball, blackest Raven spoke of his day.
Then he upped and without a word, flew fast up and up away.
Just so like a black old bird, off somewhere else he went to play.
Left me here to sit and ponder, so I do and so I wonder.
Were I to have fine feathers black, would I fly away to never come back?
Now as day breaks I still sit, in wait of answer to all of it.
From rising sun does now a cloud, begin to sing so very loud.
Takes me quite by surprise, a cloud that sings before my eyes!
"Cannot be cannot be, this clouds that sings I cannot see!"
"Tis true 'tis true!" Now I hear from the blue.
Behind me does that Raven perch, he who left me in the lurch.
"What say ye such of this all, ye darkest bird who doth appall?"
"Flown away before break of day, now returned to at this play."
Feathers ruffled all a'back, that Raven simply shook his head.
"What must think your foolish soul, that has kept you from your bed?"
"To sit on rock through night so long, and listen to such cloud instead?"
"Is it so that not you care, for that which most would often dare?"
"Or be it as it often may, would with this Raven you like to play?"
"Play you say, you say to play? Think not of such now on this day."
"Ye are but a blackened bird, from ye comes no wisdom's word."
"When ye tire of such play ye'll just up and fly away!"
"I promise not, I promise not!" Squawked that bird of black as rot.
Up he flew now into blue, that bird as dark as chimney flue.
Straight to cloud singing still, disappeared as if by will.
Just as so those wings did go, cloud became just a frame.
One mass of those of what he was, wings a'beat and all a'buzz.
Flying now still singing loud, those birds that so did seem a cloud.
Down they came all the same, those who bore insane dark name.
Ravens all Ravens all, from that sky they so did fall.
"We come to show you how we play, on this winter's brightest day."
"Watch with care if you dare, he who sits and at us glares."
"For if you're quick you'll see our trick, or mayhap not, mayhap not."
"Watch now well don't further dwell, we'll not be heard of not a word."
Now again I sit upon same rock, hearing naught but tick and tock.
I'd blinked it seems just once I did, and of those birds I was then rid.
Had this been but silly dream? Or had I those Ravens really seen?
Either this or tit for tat, I've not time for such as that.
'Tis off I must so go now quick, yet first I must from shoulder flick.
Feathers blackened by the sun, away away now I shall run.
But what is this oh strangest thing? Seems my arms have become wings.
I look about to see now all of me, feathered black as those birds of glee.
Now my steps no longer are, I take to air and fly a'far.
For after all is said and done, I am but just of Ravens one.