The Raven On The Wire Poem by Juan Olivarez

Such a bird I never saw,
The raven on the wire,
That croaked caw, caw.
Blacker than any,
Long Stygian night.
Just staring at me,
In the morning light.

Listening to the hum,
Of the telephone wire.
Caw, cawing away,
To his heart's desire.
Head cocked at an angle,
He stared my way,
In the desert breeze,
He gently swayed.

Glossy black feathers,
Rippled in the wind,
Dressed to the T,
Was my raucous friend.
He was bigger than life,
With bright red eyes,
That clashed angrily,
With the clear blue skies.

He spread his wings,
And cawed once more,
As if laughing at me,
On the desert floor.
Then gently lifted,
In the morning air,
With no problem at all,
And plenty of flair.

Then he flapped his wings,
And off he flew.
To the far off mountains,
As the morning grew.
All through the desert,
Could be heard the sound,
As he laughed at the human,
On the desert ground.