Hello, my friend Raven;

it's so good to hear you

up on the balcony, croaking your song.

Such a strong voice you have,

gravel and leather,

the tongue of the desert I feel I must know.

How handsome your feathers,

so carefully preened,

the rainbow-slick sheen from the light of the sun.

What a fine figure you cut

taking flight,

obsidian wings on the sapphire sky.