Domestic Disturbance

The Ravens had a fight this morning. She threw him out of the house. Not sure what she was yelling at him But I think she called him a louse. So outside the nest he went And found a branch outside the door And there he sat and sat and sat, Guarding the nest and more. No matter what has started the row It's obvious to my eye That he's a protective father Who chose to stay, not fly. So now her shrewish voice has stopped Harping at her poor mate. I feel sorry for those babes in the nest If to listen to her is their fate. The Ravens had a fight this morning. She threw him out of the nest. In a few months they will have moved on, I guess that's for the best.