The Raven & I

Edgar Allan Poe and i have something in common. Though i wish it were the gift with words, it is more singularly the Raven that comes a-calling!

Had heard of and seen stray cats and stray dogs that sort of become pets. But stray ravens, that have the potential to become pets sounds like a first to me!

The bond that we unintentionally and invariably forge with these stray creatures...loving them, yet keeping them at a distance... bonding, yet withholding somehow... caring for them in a somewhat distanced fashion.

The raven with the 'Mohawk' hairstyle landed on the tree near the house along with two bigger ravens a couple of months back! One of them lovingly feeding this young Punky in the mouth.

And now, it's a daily affair...of course, Punky has since learnt to feed itself. Every morning i wake up to Punky's cries, like a small child calling out for food, for what i presume must be his first meal of the day. With shrill cries in a clock work precision i am reminded of when to feed him...To think, that i am now at the beck and call of a bird!

I don't really know if it would spook a normal person, but somehow it doesn't bother me that he follows me to a point when i go for my walks or he is conveniently perched on the boundary wall when i get back from somewhere...Somehow making sure i notice him when i am outside...

Strange, how i attribute so many thoughts and feelings to a creature, i know nothing about...Yet left wondering at the bond that seems to be forging between the two of us day after day...