"of Ravens One" *part the First*

Part the First Once a Raven dressed in black came to sit and have a chat. He spoke of much and said to me a bit of this and a bit of that. I listened well and heard it all, that which he so had to say. Of times and tales and such a ball, blackest Raven spoke of his day. Then he upped and without a word, flew fast up and up away. Just so like a black old bird, off somewhere else he went to play. Left me here to sit and ponder, so I do and so I wonder. Were I to have fine feathers black, would I fly away to never come back? Now as day breaks I still sit, in wait of answer to all of it. From rising sun does now a cloud, begin to sing so very loud. Takes me quite by surprise, a cloud that sings before my eyes! "Cannot be cannot be, this clouds that sings I cannot see!" "Tis true 'tis true!" Now I hear from the blue. Behind me does that Raven perch, he who left me in the lurch. "What say ye such of this all, ye darkest bird who doth appall?" "Flown away before break of day, now returned to at this play." Feathers ruffled all a'back, that Raven simply shook his head. "What must think your foolish soul, that has kept you from your bed?" "To sit on rock through night so long, and listen to such cloud instead?" "Is it so that not you care, for that which most would often dare?" "Or be it as it often may, would with this Raven you like to play?" "Play you say, you say to play? Think not of such now on this day." "Ye are but a blackened bird, from ye comes no wisdom's word." "When ye tire of such play ye'll just up and fly away!" "I promise not, I promise not!" Squawked that bird of black as rot. Up he flew now into blue, that bird as dark as chimney flue. Straight to cloud singing still, disappeared as if by will. SeaWolf ©