• I was born during November's new Moon
    when even the roaming cows were sleeping.
    That's really early - or late - on a dairy farm...
    since nature has its own way of time keeping.

    But waking up at strange nocturnal hours -
    means I can spin more than a usual tale.
    Knowing (at least) thirteen Christmas legends,
    or the Chinese king and *his* nightingale.

    Please forgive this little lost raven and
    hopefully we will get through another night.
    Because it's easier to absorb these stories...
    than to brave the solitude without a light.