Koluskap and the Foolish Crows
Koluskap smiled at boastful crows
Who swore they’d steal the sun.
He let them try— Oh, what a show—
Till dawn forgot to come.
The clouds had hid the morning light,
But the birds believed their boast;
Koluskap watched with quiet delight,
For mischief pleased him most.
At last the sky unrolled its blue,
Koluskap’s laughter rolled like drum;
He plucked the sun and cupped it true,
Then called the night to come.
“Even light must rest a while
Before it warms the ground,” he said,
But to repay the birds’ wild guile
He gave them wisdom for their head.
Now nimble in their looping flight,
They twist and tumble, keen and shrewd —
He named them Ravens, thought it right,
And taught them cunning, not to be rude;
They never more would steal the sun,
But learned instead how to have.
WoPoLi 
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