Here upon my bed falls night
And against my ear is rain
Abhor the dawn of morning light

Hear them gather in the lane
The murky plumes with dolor beat
What this portends I can’t explain

Up I leap on sleep-numbed feet
To listen as the ravens cry
A cohort pined for, in the street

As I witness their good-bye
With zeal they climb to retake height
To regain poise in welcome sky

Ravens know not wrong or right
But hide their sorrows in silent night

In Welcome Sky

© 2024 Bob Lee