Where will the ravens all gather
now that the tree tops are gone?
Where will they hatch their nefarious schemes
and plot from midnight to dawn???Where will they watch for the dog food bowls
that are left to feed pooches outside?
How will they plan their strategic assaults,
distracting the dogs as they’re tied???Where will they gather to share their warmth
when the wind blows in from the north?
Where will they fluff up their feathers
and proclaim their clackering worth???’Twas a memorable sight to see them all there
up to their ravenish games.
When I look down that way as the winter advances
the street just won’t seem the same.
