Christmas Eve, three years out.
A Christmas Raven As Sun, In The Canyon — Image by kenne
Once upon a morning sunny,
I pondered the “Tucson blue” sky,
On the day before Christmas.
No time for a quaint and curious
Volume of forgotten lore,
I watch a black as the sun raven
Steered the gusty canyon winds,
Soaring up over the nearby ridge,
Suddenly entering a deep dive,
With a croak and deep, gurgling call —
“Only this and nothing more.”