Every raven started as a naked nestling,
every fox was a blind nursing pup,
helpless… then looking, reaching, wrestling
into the wilderness of growing up.

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Written for my grandson Raven (born in October last year, and dressed by his parents in a fox outfit for Halloween). The poem was published recently in The Asses of Parnassus – thanks, Brooke Clark!

Photo: “HBT Raven Chicks” by vastateparksstaff is licensed under CC BY 2.0.