Ravenlovers

Hello and good day to everyone!

I have a story about a raven if you care and like to read it:

In a school I was years ago, there was (and probably still is) a very special raven. Though I did not get to see it for quite some time, I have heard a lot of stories about it. How it was not afraid of humans nor all the people gathering around the entrances of the school to take a smoke.

Stories about how it actually stood there, amongst all the people, on the ground, sometimes hopping between the legs of those that were there or just crowing as if it would be talking just as well as every other person there.

Or even stories how it flew inside of one or the other classroom to just sit down on a table.

The first time I saw it was in the park adjacent to the school. There I sat down on the bench to eat my sandwich when I saw something flying right towards me (and let me tell you seeing a raven, something rather huge actually, flying towards your head is really an experience and at that speed to boot). It was that very raven and I was actually concerned it would attack me. But it landed right beside me at arms length that I could have touched it if I wanted to. Though I did not do that, I shared with it my sandwich.

That experience was such a unique one, and one that I am eternally thankful for, that I started to ask what this raven is about. Even the principal couldn't answer me. All he knew was, that the raven was there for quite some time now and, for its strange behaviour, became the school's mascot.

But for me, you know, it made me wonder, if it really is just a raven or if there was something more to it. A wonder (of nature) perhaps. Some of the few things nowadays that science can (and hopefully never will) not touch or explain. Just like magic.

And magic that was.