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Voices of
Ravens
"Did you know that Ravens
coo?
Well, they do..... and they cackle too."
I heard myself whisper, smiling,
as I straddled the trail with my skis,
arms akimbo on metal poles,
searching up through the broken nebula
of naked branches and blue dusk
for their confraternity of cackling voices,
muffled by wind soughing
in tall cottonwoods
and hard snow pelting wrinkled bark
and
my own furrowed face every now and then.
I was returning from the
village spring
where I filled my bottles with sweetwater
and took a few moments
to just listen to these rowdy nighttime friends
and their raucous togetherness,
sounding now like a jeering mob or
the panic of a henhouse,
then
as the purr of kittens or
cooing of doves, and
suddenly
like solemn black staring silence itself . . . . .
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the voices of
Raven.
Frank Keim
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Marshall
Cultural Atlas
