Black and Busy

Beside the road

As the trucks roared by

With a prize on gravel served.

Was a baby coon

Frozen in night beams

Right where woodlot

Met the curve.

And the raven hopped

Just to safety side.

Never thought calamity.

And his meal resumed

As some young 'uns stared

Bowing to seniority.

My thoughts took wings

Not that he might sing

For the croaks defied

Fine Art.

But persistence showed

There beside the Road

In a noble Hunter's Heart.

With a twist of head

Leaving what was dead

He considered blue above.

And the wings shot forth.

Emblem of the North

And the Land

That I must love.