The Avian One, I ask of you,
Are you an Eagle? Of the highest view?
Are you a Raven? Of the blackish blue?
Are you an Owl? Vigil of the night?
Or perhaps a Goose, warrior with farthest sight?
Is it you I hear in the thunder and rain?
Or are those sounds of wing and claw all in vain?
Perhaps you are none of these, but something new –
A hawk perhaps, pelican, or partridge too?
To you Avian One, I ask you.
Just something as another storm rages – I sit here, with the scent of burning tobacco in my pipe as my house shakes, rattles, and Gods’ willing – NOT rolling.