Between large, crackling wires,
flew a Raven of noble intent,
seeking his throne on
gloriously robed trees.
Came he to rest on a red maple,
when jays came pecking at his skull.
Journeyed he onward without respite,
seeking refuge from the sprawl.
Sought the Raven some food from his subjects,
yet brought him naught but scraps,
flew he from his silver chamber,
and from the human traps,
tired was he of seeking his home, and into the sun he flapped, retired his wings suddenly,
his entire frame had gone slack.
How undignified for a Raven,
to fall at rest on his back, yet he found no home in his kingdom, which was careless as he had been black.