As my grand-daughter and I sat out on my patio chatting and drinking our coffee this past Sunday afternoon a Raven stopped by for a visit. He must have been very thirsty because he wasn’t at all shy or fearful. He just flew right in so very close to us and proceeded to drink from the birdbath which was less than 12” from where we were sitting! Such a fun experience and visit! Glad we had our cell phone cameras to capture the moment. 😊
This prompt inspired me to write this poem of childhood memories of clear night skies out in the country where we lived, looking up at all the stars and listening to dad tell us about the constellations and point out which ones we were seeing.