Six Ravens

Six ravens in the sky and one peeled off from the rest. That left 5 ravens together cawing their way up, circling on warm air pocketed below the mountain and one raven ditching toward the forest canopy with it’s wings tucked tight against the body, twisting and checking speed and balance, twisting into the branches and rising again just above and brazenly twisting down again and not seen again.

The 5 others, the five other ravens circled and cawed and continued to rise and then broke off the wind as well, and they floated north up the valley and disappeared from view.

Maggie laid her head down into the grasses and Billy did as well and laid beside her in the meadow and they rested, his fingers through her fur.