|Posted by jan oskar hansen on November 24, 2011 at 7:30 PM|
Wolves and foxes had promised me not to fight on my birthday and
I made meaty cakes just for them; But black ravens I had not invited,
came too, egged them on, while also cruelly harassing sparrows in
the plum tree. I had put lights up on the trees in the garden but they
could not on my, day behave. I took the cakes inside, switched off
the lights went to bed and cried. A rumble in the forest, a bear came
told them to behave and be kind to me, mainly because I had baked
it a straw berry tart. The party continued, and squirrels sat on trees
squeaking happy birthday to you as I threw them nuts. In the animal
world it is all about food and as long as you can provide you’re a friend.
Except the raven they do not care, are contemptuous of my feeble,
attempt to be loved by unruly members of the Corvidae family.