The Luck of a Raven

Oh the raven that flies in the skies above. While we all stand down here adoring the doves. Only thinking of a raven as death and ill. But how do you think the raven would feel? A bad fortune to come is what we think. But what if we just overthink? Overthinking the things that seem so serious. But what if we’re just acting delirious? A raven that acts like every other bird. So why do we think they’re just absurd? Is it the beady black eyes or the wretched squall or is it that we just want to brawl? With that poor little bird we think so poorly of. Oh the luck of the raven, How the people will always give you a shove.