Raveness

Oh Raveness, beak lined with silver,

Show me to your nest.

With primped plumage and

Eager brow of fellow kin,

Wherein the troubled rest.

At noon to lay upon thine tender skin

And at eve to warm thy breast.

Flutter softly, sweet Raveness.

Cheeks flushed so with red

An oily, sweet, uncaring caress.

All fluttering flattery leads to the head and to the chest.

Flutter, flutter with flattery,

Raucous Raveness,

Peck and poke out,

Mine own splintered eyes.

Caw and call out,

Mine own flattering faults.

Oily thoughts bring oily words

Whose only wish to slither

Up the tree and to your perch

Promises of mirth, merriment, and fair weather.

Oh Raveness, with legs so long,

Troublesome as a smoker’s draw.

With hair as pitch

In the smoker’s lung.

Elated and soaring are thee

And flutter ever away from me.