Be the raven’s bent
In a populous stead,
Did ye gods ferment
He be of noble head,
Thus to be potentate
Rates occupy a state,
For the raven to lead
As he’ll find placate,
In mind and in deed
Despite he so deigns,
Be notion one heeds
As held cause of bane…
Too long perceived
Said distorted vein,
Of pods vulgar seed
Be ill-informed say,
To induce bias feed
Will imply be stray,
Yet will recall face
Of kind behaviour,
No matter the place
To share information,
Among fellow ravens
That identify humans,
Who mean recognize
A genius well proven…
Thus so cawing bellows
Assumes adorns the heavens,
Till be croaks rendered hollow
To attest be a mysterious fellow!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier