Quoth The Raven

Luca held himself in the air with powerful wings and occasional Wing Attacks to boost his energy. His talons were currently busy scratching poetry into semi-soft clay, muttering the words as he did. It wasn't original. He was, in fact, writing a poem by a human he had memorized when he was young. It spoke of a creature much like a Murkrow called a 'Raven'.

"Lenore," he muttered. "Wonder if that was his girl." Luca had never quite understood how humans chose mates, but he understood that if a male enjoyed the company of another male, as he did, they were much less likely to get ridiculed.