The Ravens' Dance
Old Man North still is blowing his sharp icy breath into my Parka
swaddled face. I stood there, knee-deep in feathery snow, with my hoar
frosted lashes clinging stubbornly to my cheeks. I raised my head and
eyes to the Dancing Cloud People, and smiled.
The Ravens are Dancing!
I hear them calling and hear their powerful wings beat the cold, chill air. Now soaring high, now swooping low; but always in a pair or in threes. Their Dance brings new life to the Earth. Their dance, it means Sister Sun is coming back, from her hut in the Cold North! With her coming, Old Man North will retreat to his icy lair.
Throck! Throck! *click*click*
Chortling Ravens express their joy in the coming of spring. In the coming of abundance and prey, and in the coming of the next nestlings. Of sleepy creatures coming out of their nests. Of Bears grazing on new grass. Of caribous, in the hundreds, if not thousands, and of fish spawning in the rivers.
Yes, I will run back home and tell the Elders. The Ravens are now Dancing! We will see Spring again!
The Ravens are Dancing!
I hear them calling and hear their powerful wings beat the cold, chill air. Now soaring high, now swooping low; but always in a pair or in threes. Their Dance brings new life to the Earth. Their dance, it means Sister Sun is coming back, from her hut in the Cold North! With her coming, Old Man North will retreat to his icy lair.
Throck! Throck! *click*click*
Chortling Ravens express their joy in the coming of spring. In the coming of abundance and prey, and in the coming of the next nestlings. Of sleepy creatures coming out of their nests. Of Bears grazing on new grass. Of caribous, in the hundreds, if not thousands, and of fish spawning in the rivers.
Yes, I will run back home and tell the Elders. The Ravens are now Dancing! We will see Spring again!
[This work was inspired from watching the Ravens performing their bonding rituals while I was out hobbling in the deep snow around Niven Lake]
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