Leaning back, in my chair

Through glass, outside I stare

A raven sits, upon my window sill

Humbly keeping, to himself until

A long drawn out caw, he speaks

Breaking the silence, a response he seeks

He’ll send his voice, throughout the earth

Seemingly lonely, no recompense to prove his worth

The raven carries, on his call

Undiscouraged, giving his all

Praying soon, for a soft reply

A satisfaction, I could never supply

Unknown, to the creature’s thought

I’ll be an audience, just as he sought

Sitting here watching, admiring in awe

Of the poor raven’s, fearless caw