The raven flying upon the full moon
Her black wings a beating
Casting the shadow on the forests floor
Mice see and scarper
The hunter watches contently waiting
He holds up his gun
Fires into the sky
She flies down suddenly
As if hit she fools him
He leaves his position
Scaring other creatures away
Upon a wing beat she flaps
Takes back up into the sky
Leaving a feather and a ravens cackle
Back to her murder.