I am bothered by this noisy little thing fluttering around me. Its mate now joins in to pester me. I am four times their size, but they persist. All I want is to pick at this this tree, hoping to find something tasty for dinner. But they will not stop. Now this woman passes by. At first she looks concerned. Maybe she thinks I’m attacking their nest. But, as she moves closer, she realizes I’m just pecking at the wood, trying to get this grub. She stands and watches in amusement. Well, I’m not amused.

I am too tired to fly. I just walk across the pathway, trying to avoid this persistent pest of a bird. The woman is still watching. She seems concerned; ‘why doesn’t the raven just fly away?’

Yes, I’ve had enough. I need my peace and quiet.

Leave a comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *