A loving thought that in the wild,
The wind of ether carried forth,
A little raven it beguiled,
And flew, to where did spring the source,
A thought, of labour from the heart,
A daily present I bestowed,
Laid on a branch a loving part,
Of blessings, we, each other owed,
Some beacon bits, and rendered meat,
That past their date of living nurture,
The dead, would in the cold him feed,
A rift in nature’s time we’d suture,
For one we are in heart and soul,
In life that is, and life hereafter,
Encompass all, were all is whole,
The joys of love, of tears, and laughter,
Yet far, although of my concern he’d travel,
A distance far above the skies,
Morose my thoughts, he would unravel,
Now there he sat, all dark and wise,
Relinquish thought I know he had,
To show me that he knew full well,
With joy a worried heart made glad,
Within his beak some morsel dwell,
Ach, I said, you scoundrel you,
You found, a better offer far a field,
To show me this, woul’d it not chew,
What loving power you do wield,
Now look, you know all, wizard of the wild,
You’re breakfast is now cold,
My thoughts you read, my Raven child,
Blessed your concern, with wisdom old,©
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Laid on a branch a loving part,
Of blessings, we, each other owed
A marvelous bond between Bird Whisperer and Bird.
Cheers,
Dan
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