RavensThe snow builds up quietly as each flake falls,
the day slips away, then the raven calls.
I watch them go, in two's and three's
the day slips away, then the raven calls.
I watch them go, in two's and three's
as they fly to roost in far off trees.
Ravens scorn the winter, they play and sing;
the snow melts quietly and then it's spring.
With spring comes courtships and flying skills;
rise up the thermals, then a stoop that chills!
These bold black dancers of wind and sky
I watch and wish that I could fly.
With spring comes courtships and flying skills;
rise up the thermals, then a stoop that chills!
These bold black dancers of wind and sky
I watch and wish that I could fly.
James R. Scott
Borrowed from "That I could Fly", A collection of Bird Song, written by James R. Scott D.V.M. Founder of The Bird Treatment and Learning Center, Anchorage, Alaska.
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