Raven flew over the ice, the length of four canoes.
She dropped the treasure and it lay like a flame on the cold white.
The boy moved to take it, and in flew the bird. It became a dance, boy and raven. As if enchanted by the raven’s game the boy followed the bird, out on to the snow and away from home.
It was a while before he looked around and realised that
he did not know his way back. The wind had blown
a fresh dusting of snow over his footprints.
He was lost.
