Rose Raven
July 22nd 2003, 12:09 AM
I once went out for a walk to work off a little angst, and in a tree outside my house there was a raven. I inclined my head in greeting and went on my way, not expecting to see him again. As I walked, though, he followed me, leaping from perch to perch as I went, always watching me. I knew not why he followed me so, but he was well-mannered and hardly the worst of companions.
I stopped and smiled at him once, and he made a sound that seemed very much like a greeting. At one point along the way, I sat down on a bench to rest and pulled from my pocket something to eat. He settled next to me and behaved most gentlemanly, calling out greetings to the occassional passerby. I offered him a morsel and, though at first he seemed shy, he came around and plucked it from my hand. He seemed satisfied with the meal and asked for no more, but still he lingered as before.
He seemed friendly, and he lent me an odd sort of comfort as he followed me through the rest of my walk. As my journey came to an end, he nodded to me, seeming to say that we would meet again, and flew off to tend to his business, whatever that may be.
I still see him from time to time, whenever I feel alone or unloved, and we are friends of sorts, I suppose. He doesn't ask much of me, but he is always respectful. It is very rare for me to feel alone after having his company for just a little while, and when he leaves I am left feeling rather thoughtful and poetic. My life seems to be a lot less empty now.
I stopped and smiled at him once, and he made a sound that seemed very much like a greeting. At one point along the way, I sat down on a bench to rest and pulled from my pocket something to eat. He settled next to me and behaved most gentlemanly, calling out greetings to the occassional passerby. I offered him a morsel and, though at first he seemed shy, he came around and plucked it from my hand. He seemed satisfied with the meal and asked for no more, but still he lingered as before.
He seemed friendly, and he lent me an odd sort of comfort as he followed me through the rest of my walk. As my journey came to an end, he nodded to me, seeming to say that we would meet again, and flew off to tend to his business, whatever that may be.
I still see him from time to time, whenever I feel alone or unloved, and we are friends of sorts, I suppose. He doesn't ask much of me, but he is always respectful. It is very rare for me to feel alone after having his company for just a little while, and when he leaves I am left feeling rather thoughtful and poetic. My life seems to be a lot less empty now.