Trickster
A rasping cry,
Black feather at my feet,
Warn of his nearness.
Black feather at my feet,
Warn of his nearness.
A mocking caw
Of insolent bird
Still hidden in gloom
Trickster proclaims
His intimate knowledge,
He sees all, remains
Unseen as sun vanishes.
One last screech
and raven is gone
For now.
Published by L. Lee Scott
Studied archaeology, linguistics, classical music,psychology, and beauty; worked in environmental monitoring & compliance. Love dogs and always have at least one! I'm a member of the largest national dog bre... View profile
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11 Comments
Post a Commentgreat poem!
Excellent weave of words! I am not a poet, but I take great pleasure in reading poetry!
I liked this. I am part native american. There are things i still do not understand and things I practice as my belief. My great grandfather, I met briefly while I was little, could not speak but little English. I adored him and I always sat in his lap and tryed to understand him. My grandmother was also Cherokee. She spoke better English. I loved listening to her storys as a child. My father is gone now but he was my hero to teach me the things I needed to know.
When I see a crow, he seems to stare at me. His "caw" seems to say something to me which I can almost but not quite understand. Not many people know they can be taught to talk like a parrot. Then they take wing and are gone forever following their own calling. - Great poem!!!
O man, at least no vultures this year, ay? ;o) You've got the gift for the pictorial, matie. You make me see things just reading the words!
Good read.
I really liked this. It reminded me of an article in National Geographics about the intelligence of animals even crows, maybe not a raven but pretty dang close! great poetry
Enjoyed this!!
Excellent , loved it!
Well done. The Trickster smiles!