Wednesday, July 05, 2006

" What's in a Bread Crumb Between Friends"

Tuesday evening as I cleared away the dinner dishes
Washed down the benches,shook the table cloth
out onto the back lawn and went back inside
I said to myself "I must throw out that bread"
A loaf that had gone stale
A loaf that was cumbly
A loaf that was past its used by date.

I broke it up in the bag into little pieces
scattered it over the lawn
And in a matter of seconds the lawn filled with
Starlings,Minors,Willy Wagtails,Seagulls
and of course the ever present Ravens
Male or Female I can't tell as Madame can
They as much as said to their fellow birds...."Get lost all of you
this is our tucker, we need our strength"

They devoured most of the stale grain bread
leaving just the crumbs for the less fortunate smaller birds,except the few seagulls who didn't stay for the battle
Now I didn't think about it till now
until I saw Madame's drawing of those two girl birds
Those Ravens....were the same ones that ate the bread in my back yard under the Lemon Tree

Now I know why they were so over the top ,not greedy,
but needing the strength to fly to the Oncologist
in our Melbourne Town
So in preparation to get across the high city buildings they of course needed strength
Bread helps the wings to get that extra "Get up and Go".

When I looked again at about 5pm the backyard was empty...not a crumb in sight
The noise of their screetching had disappeared
All was quiet
I looked into the evening sky
and in the distance toward the river and the bridge
where the tall buildings start
I thought I caught a glimpse of black specks
Yes they were on their way
To where ..we all know that special
tree as a couple arm in arm walked
Into and through the doors of a place
where they have been so often
A place they know by heart
This time someone was watching them
This time those watching were from a family
not human,not from another planet,not fairies,
not pirates,not donkeys,but birds of joy.
How do we know about the Ravens?
Now that is a storybook all in itself
just waiting to be written.

Written in LOVE as the Raven watches
Lois (Muse of the Sea) 6.7.06
The raven who watches


At 8:37 PM, Blogger Anita Marie Moscoso said...

Amazing as usual!

Anita Marie

At 10:17 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Well, this story is so touching and true, I think.

At 1:07 AM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

Thanks Lois. This is just lovely. And they did look quite satisfied with themselves and were not saying they were hungry.

At 3:17 AM, Blogger faucon of Sakin'el said...

As they watch and wait,
so do you ...
and as they fly free,
so do you ...
and I need not look
over my shoulder,
to know that you are near.

At 7:49 AM, Blogger Vi Jones said...

Those ever watchful ravens dressed in their shiny black feathers, going where they are needed, and appreciating the bread set out for them.

This is a beautiful poem, Lois, one that brought a lump to my throat as I think of my friend, our friend.



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