By Tomi Hazel of Little Wolf Gulch
Monday morning I was greeted by a horde of Ravens.
Maybe ten.
First they were complaining that I was still in bed.
I got up and out to the privy.
I got treated to a wide range of Raven talk.
I talked back.
Squadrons of young Ravens rowed their wings, swooshing just overhead
and big old Ravens clucked and clocked from the Jefrey Pines uphill.
Twas a lovely congress.
I am not sure what we concluded from our salon
but I did have a smile on my face all day.