to our back porch
every morning
for cheerios.
Solitary and beautiful, he
keeps the crows away
and blesses us.
When I go hiking
in the wilderness and
Ravencalls, I pray
a green thanksgiving
because I know that I am
entering a holy space.
I know that Ravensends
me a vision, it may
only be another animal,
a marmot, a mountain
goat, perhaps a bear
foraging for blueberries
or a hungry chipmunk...
But isn't this the
time on earth
when our animal familiars
teach us more than all
those disembodied visitors
from heaven?

Painting: Haida Gwaii Raven
by Darlene Fletcher