Fly By Night

Long after the moon has set
She soars aloft, wings beating
passes over the old familiar ground
full of heedless sleeping hordes.
All night she flies on
croaking out her tale of woe
that will fall upon the ears
of no one, just the cactus and mesquite.
It doesn't matter, she tells herself,
doesn't matter in the least.
After all, who would wish to pay heed
to a tainted, blemished, and desecrated being
such as this wandering creature of the night?
As the dawn approaches she finds her nest
hidden high among the cottonwood branches
and hides herself from the world
thinking that her tale has been poured out
upon a world full of deaf ears and closed hearts.
Only the wolf paid heed, listened all night
to the sad and bitter story of her plight.
Commisserated and gleaned a bit of understanding,
and even tried to pass a little on to others
and for this the Ravyn will be
forever in his debt