It’s late
February
And pairs of
Ravens
Show up
On lawns
They dance
Bravely on
Barely
Frozen
Ground
Around
Then flit
In air
They sign
Their nuptials
But close
To ground
So they
Search around
For stands
Of trees
Pretending
For worms
There’s still
A freeze
Next week
They’ll
Hook up
A nest in trees