The Raven - or was it a rock?

It landed not more than a few yards away
Out of the sky on a hot spring day
We stood dead still as it moved quite near
A glossy black Raven which showed no fear.

We watched as it searched for scraps of food
Dropped by the cook in a lazy mood
Crickets were part of its search for a meal
Making me wonder how I would feel
Looking around for something to eat
At the end of the day I'd be out on my feet.

Turning slowly I walked to the house
Tip-toeing along as quiet as a mouse
Fetch some scraps was thought in my mind
When I realized the Raven had followed behind.

As I entered the door it walked right on by
And in another moment away it did fly
We talked for hours about that strange friendly bird
People tame ravens we often have heard.

The very next morning to our great surprise
The Raven was eating before our eyes.

It now walks up to the open front door
Looking for scraps or even something more
Its daily visits it makes at its leisure
But each time it gives us the greatest of pleasure.

From the collection - RHODESIAN REVERIE
Memories by Robert Heinrich Percival Cornell
Contributed by his grandson Rob Staniland
Email : Rob