I’m hung up on this Raven at the moment, I’ll get it out of my system soon. In the meantime you will just need to bear with me. Blame Ted Hughes.
The Raven sits in the empty branches,
biding his time now the snow has gone.
There will be food when the cold
drives people away.
Then there is the hierarchy of scavengers,
dogs, drunks, birds, for dropped bags and full bins.
A Raucous calling, not for pleasure
this sound, or family, a dark rainbow
strutting bluff, oversized black-eyed