Corvus, dear friend.

Sometimes when I’m alone

Curled up lorn in the snow,

I call contrite to Corvus

To come rend my broken soul./

But Corvus did not rend,

Rather tend and needs attend,

Never a sibilant servant

As our nature-guiding men./

When my soul returns to nature,

‘Twill be the most auspicious ken!

When I grow closer to my friends

In Peace, my pendent soul amend!/

It appear in field, and tor - lo!

A hoary pineland elf appear in neveraman touched snow!

My cawing companion Corvus did relay to me through shout,

I fully trust in him - in him I fully have no doubt./

Yet until my soul release to nature

(Return from whence you came, and)

I must use my human stature

To befriend them and defend;

For never in my life has there been a dearer friend,

Than Corvus rending and then tending my sundered soul again./