October 22: Corvid Composition

Four ravens sat upon a branch’s vee

Attempting to usurp the prime position,

All croaking in four part polyphony

As if rehearsing for a crow audition

In which their size conferred no special edge,

Requiring the quartet to hone the skill

That might just help their common dream to fledge-

But feuds for fame are always fought uphill.

As I admired their robes of shining black

That whispered as if made from finest silk,

My close attention took them all aback,

Appropriately distrustful of my ilk.

If they retain...