Raven's Call

Can you hear it
Will you feel the wing feathers stroking life's rhythm
Their fellows smell of your looking
Pond-waves a telling
Wolves will howl knowing the scent of desperate trysting
Eagles will dash madly to the earth in a last moment's glory
Four legs and a rams bullerish
The acceptance of preoccupied Divinity
Who would know the Raven Call
None of them or all at all
Witful chicanery,
Bufferoonery acrobatically
Willful pan-damnery
The wings of the Raven slip the winds of her mannery
Glistening multi-hued black feathers that cannily
Oh where and what wile
Dashing reconcile
The Raven is a calling
Timbre'd ears do not escape notice
The purr and growl of big cats luxuriousness
Ki'yi'ing coyotees sniffing desperately careless
The smell of micely sinners under wheat's snow covered bless
Who would know the call of the Raven
The tactility of mixed blue skies
High branches of conceited perusal
Wind dancing in flirted amusal
Hawk's eye for the usual
"Timid though", the crows call Deception's refusals
Who would know?
The Raven.