Walking down a frosty woodland path
I heard the cries
I heard them calling
Angry voices shouting out
From beyond the trees
I had come for peace
I sought the tranquil comfort of the woods
This was not to be
No, this would not be
Maybe they would settle as I walked
Maybe they would resolve their quarrel as I moved
Through bare and bended branches
On leaves and moss icily encrusted
I meant to just keep walking
To find some quiet solitude, but I turned back
Following a game trail through the wicked thorns
I found them then, up in the limbs
The ravens crying angrily
Defiantly they cried
One more step, all took wing, and I could see
The trouble a predatory bird
The ravens cry a warning
The ravens cry a warning
Into the sky they fled
Leaving a still silence which
Into a tiny song burst forth
Short and sweet
Short and sweet
From the covering thicket to my side
And I walked on
Tranquil forest paths
As the sun rose to the raven’s
Swift good-bye
And my heart echoed with
The angry raven’s cry
The silence
And the sweetness
Of the trilling little ones
Who followed with me
For a time
They followed with me for a time
