It circled, it swooped, it called to me,
Its song croaked from a snow capped rock ahead.
It marked the route with every landing,
It was daring me to follow it.
It cruised the Window like a Sunderland chasing U-Boats.
It wanted me to turn right. And I turned left.
Aye but it didnae go to the tops as it was too frigging cold up there !
It was after my lasagne.
Was that the raven again!?
Aye. Same one too.