The sky sits on the horizon and sighs.
The sun rises, the wind cries.
A raven is flying beyond the trees,
shredding through the breeze
The sky sits on the horizon and sighs.
The sun craves covering, a cloud complies.
From above dim darkness, thunder replies.
Slick black feathers shimmer on the raven’s back.
Petit dejeuner, warmth, and shelter she lacks.
The sky sits on the horizon and sighs.
Clouds drift; the sun shines from high.
Green earth and black feather dries.
She dives unaware of the eagle’s eyes.
Her petit dejeuner becomes her demise.
The sky sits on the horizon and sighs.
