The Raven

Midnight acrobat
Trickster god
You have taunted the wind
And it has given you chase
On the warmed air rising
You stand still
Without pause you dwindle down
Agility in your descent
As a broken maple seed
You flutter and fumble
Only to set sail again
In full control
Letting the stregth of the breeze
Hoist you to a new height
And then you roll
Shedding any weight on your back
And looking to dusk
For in the setting sun
A promise of yet another day