Blackbird, raven, jack-of-night
cawing treetop sawing
blackbills slatter through light
winter solstice gathering
in an old tree behind the house.
Inside with some friends of mine
I hear you right.
You are beautiful, too.
Your oilskin sealfeathers shine.
You are not crow, but sprite
welcoming night like weather
in darkening flights, jesters
making sport of life.