Raven's Nest
Past my window
they swoop and fly.
First they're low
then they're high.
A nest they've built
in a tree
covered with ivy
so we can't see.
Ravens black
and wide of wing.
Back and forth,
food they bring
to the nest
for their young.
So at last
Spring has sprung.
Eagerly I await
the first view
of baby ravens
shiny and new.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011
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