As I take my first step out the door

To go out for a stroll and explore

Into the cold night air

Away from my lair

There is a sound that is beating and faint

Somewhere in the sky glowering with the moon’s bright taint

The noise like a soft zing

I look closely and see it is the rustle of a raven’s wings

The moon illuminating their dark ebony feathers

Shimmering and shining in this cloudless weather

There, the ravens fly into the dead of night

Gone and out of sight.