~a moving raven's mother's clutch ~

explores a fascinating natural phenomenon through: * Intriguing riddles *

Why must Ravens move their eggs,
A riddle to perplex the mind,
Do they tire of resting their legs,
Or is there more here to find?

Perhaps it's simply chance,
A whim of nature's fickle hand,
Oft in life we must dance,
To the beat of an unseen band.

But could it be a deeper tale,
Of secrets locked within the shell,
A game of life and death, not stale,
As those who move them can tell.

A moment's rest could mean their fate,
A sacrifice for the greater good,
To keep their young from death's dark gate,
They move their eggs to safer wood.

And so the question lingers on,
As dark and haunting as Poe's lore,
Of why must Ravens move their eggs,
The answer: life's eternal war.
~Danielbird