When Raven sought to join the human world
he'd slip into the womb of some chief's daughter
so that as a child he'd be well cared for
cherished by his maternal grandfather
whose magical possessions Raven planned to steal

Today to my surprise I sense I'm following
in the tracks of that sly trickster
swapping places seeing through the eyes
of our granddaughter who at twenty weeks
looks out with such delighted concentration
on the freshness of a world as magical
as Raven once created when he stole
the sun and moon the daylight and the stars