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The Raven knows, all too well

Of all the things that we have never seen

Like fairies, love and midday dreams

He keeps his thoughts to himself

Like a book of answers high upon a distant shelf

You can beckon him to give up his treasures

He will just sit, sit with his secrets and never tell

I watch him from my window, he knows I am there

He goes about his chores, glancing my way just to see

If I have noticed him, looking at me

I see him talking to no one there

I am sure he is fooling with me

But, maybe he is speaking with those

I can not see

In my mind, I see myself setting a trap for him

To capture this joking and clever bird

And make him tell me, all those secrets Iv'e never heard

Where do fairies go, when footsteps they hear

And what of the Angels who float o'er my head

The ones I never see, only feel them guiding me

Yes, he shall reveal all his secrets, and then

I will set free my Raven, my feathered friend

Picture of Raven and child, artist unknown, friends_by_flina-d5n4jwv.jpg