A Raven's Nap, a Poem

A Raven's Nap

Northerners know the way of Ravens;

They never nest, rest in front of us,

Before dark, they gather wings of dusk

and fly secret lee lines to a home

we never see... mysterious creatures...


Ravens come, every morning around 8 am-

hustling for free scoff, interjecting one another-

brash, loud voices, but one... I could talk to,

crooning cloaks and hoarse love songs...

we exchanged over long discourse our views;

every day our vocabulary grew til he came

close to quietly talk- tete a tete with me...


He came to me at noon- tired out by kids

and their endless bragging...


He tucked his head, and slept

right in front of me,

an act of faith unheard of for Ravens-

I watched over him as I would a child,

I cried tears, silent, stunned...

he unfolded his neck and beak...

about two hours later...

looked at me, croaked a tiny thanks

and flew back to his life

of complete mystery.

You can see the Queen of England

or The Stones, or The Who,

but, as hard as you try-

you can't get on this list

unless you've earned it.


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moonfroth 17 months ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

I love it when your perceptions and imagination and your environment and your compassion and your Oneness carve such concentric circles and loop lazily back thru your magic words onto the page. You said to me once, "I insert myself into my poems" as tho "you" were an alien object imposed on the poem. No. And No. You as your own intimate persona is your greatest strength. Raven trusts you because within the poem you are Raven, and he knows that. He also knows that the sanctuary you offer is always there--he can return whenever you choose to will him back into that world. He must maintain his mystery to maintain his self, and you understand that. And all of this in seamless imagery, and conversational closeness throughout this moment that is the poem.

This poem has also helped me understand a quality of Truth, which hitherto i've but hazily perceived--I'm talking about ASSURANCE.. I see now that without a sense of absolute assurance in the tone of a poem, a reader will have difficulty accepting its truth. And the assurance in this poem is quite amazing. Thank you Lily. This is a great poem.


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lilyfly 17 months ago from Wasilla, Alaska Author

Dear man, you pile me with attributes I simply don't have, or if I do, it's because I am too literal.

Would it help to say these things actually happened? They did, and they changed ME, before I wrote about it.

As always, I do not serve such fulsome praise only for observance- but I am always glad, just the same, to heed your tenor voice! Much love, lily


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moonfroth 17 months ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

Observance? And here I thought it was poetry. I must pay closer attention and learn to curb my enthusiasm. But let's be clear--I was not talking about YOUR "attributes" (I'm not qualified); I was talking about the "observance" (I am).


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lilyfly 16 months ago from Wasilla, Alaska Author

Moon, gosh, no, I lap up the cream of your praise! It's that I'm literal- and this thing happened, so I just wrote about it is all... love yaz, lily


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moonfroth 16 months ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

Lily - you certainly don't need me to comment about the gulf between a poet's perception or experience and the language they use to get that perception or experience into a medium that makes "it" available to readers. And to yourself. Therein lies the Art. If all it took was to "write about it is all", any crotch-scratching, drooling, knuckle-dragging cretin that could "write about it is all" would be an artist just for getting something on paper. One way or the other through the 3+ years of our friendship, you and I have had this conversation, oh I dunno, about a dozen times. You're not "literal". Writing out a big shopping list is 'literal'; writing the bore and stroke specs for a V-8 engine is 'literal'. In those two examples, writing creatively would be wrong because it would be MISLEADING. C'mon...........!


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lilyfly 16 months ago from Wasilla, Alaska Author

Scratch, sniff, (burp)... Thank you! I just feel like I'm being asked to a ball, and I have clodhoppers on...Will I ever give myself any credit?

And you're right, You've tried endlessly to demarcate the actual meaning of literal.

Well, I am so grateful you care to try. Thank you. You mean so much... love yaz, lil


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moonfroth 16 months ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

For your amusement: I visited a home in North Van many years ago. They had a pet Raven. Found it 2 years before on the ground with a broken, trailing wing. Vet said the wing was rigid, could not be fixed, so put the bird down. They kept it. When I met Rav he had a vocab of about 20 words, brought the mail to the guy as soon as it came thru the door slot, brought him his slippers on command, gargled out a recognizable version of Oh Canada, and--get this, i SAW this--used the toilet. They had a wire mesh over the seat and the damned bird hopped up there to do its thing! Rav and the family cat stalked each other and wrestled furiously. The cat would groom Rav--lick him from beak to tail feathers. Needless to say, this couple had no need for a TV set!


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lilyfly 16 months ago from Wasilla, Alaska Author

Hee hee! This is WONDERFUL! I had a pet fox once- have pics of her, I'll show you, up on a bed on the slope... Thank you, thank you, thank you, I wish I had great stories on tap!

For a writer, I don't like to write, (or talk) at all... Love yaz, lily


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Nell Rose 16 months ago from England

Love this lily! I can well imagine you standing there watching that Raven as he slept! and I love moonfroths story of his friends Raven too :)


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Hyphenbird 16 months ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

The trust of wild creatures is beyond measure. Your heart is pure and thy see that fact. While our flesh may fail, the spirit never does and this raven knew yours. So do . Much love. Hy


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lilyfly 16 months ago from Wasilla, Alaska Author

Great Love and prayer to you, Hy!!!!Nell, you too? Same for you, Nell, great love and prayer to you!!!! lily


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snakeslane 14 months ago from Canada

A Raven's Nap, so great that you tell us Lily, what an honor to be so touched by a wild and wily creature. I've been feeding crows lately, now that my killer cats are gone, the birds are free to come around. There's always something nesting in the overhang, sometimes (once) left hanging from the overhang. Maybe the crows got that little chick, nature is cruel.

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