I can still hear your squawk in Westbury.

So loud up high inside a tree.
Didn’t keep my car windows open long

for fear you’d fly inside.

I wonder why you shouted so much

you seemed to be alone all the time.

Alone inside that ever so large size of an evergreen tree.

Your face so dark I couldn’t see your eyes.

You looked like a sign of death.

A sign aimed at me I feared your every breath.

It was your large size and stature that truly frightens me.
Too large to be a crow

too small to be a hawk.

A real raven is what I saw,

glad summer school is over

rid of you that’s for sure.