One day Raven came to Magpie and spoke,
"What strange feathers you have
Neither black nor white
What a
strange sight you really are"
Magpie ruffled her feathers and flew
higher
Raven followed close behind
"You fly on your own old magpie
Is that because you are feeling sorrowful"
"Why is it that they
write rhymes about you?
You are not a bird of high regard
You spend your
days
Looking for shiny bits of trash"
Magpie looked and swooped
down low
"Come with me Raven" she spoke
They flew down across
the fields of man
On into towns of bleak despair.
Magpie flew lower
then descended
Alighting on a land-fill site
"See all these
resources the humans dump
They consume and throw away"
Raven looked
and saw only rubbish
Magpie delved deep and picked out a toy
"Love
once gave this doll
And it was treasured by a child"
Magpie delved
deeper still
And pulled out a shiny ring
"With love this ring was
given
From the heart of a man"
Raven cocked his head and looked
puzzled
"So why are they thrown away and lost"
Magpie flapped
her wings
And flew into a nearby tree.
"Come here Raven and
look"
Raven spread his wings and flew
"See all those colourful
lights,
People flock there everyday.
When they throw all these
treasures away
They go and buy new treasures there,
I remind them to be
resourceful" Said the magpie.
Raven looked at Magpie with new
respect
"So why are you sorrowful my friend" said Raven
"They no longer listen to us now" replied Magpie
"They are
like lost children wandering the Earth"
"So there is no hope
for them" said Raven
As he took flight into the sky
"There is
always hope" replied Magpie
"They just need to find the balance
in nature"
"And how do they find that balance" asked Raven
"I remind them twice a year at the equinox
When light and dark are
in balance
Symbolised by my feathers dear Raven.
"I must fly
now, dear Raven, here comes my family"
Raven watched as Magpie flew
high above him
Followed by her seven brothers and sisters
"Goodbye
magpie" shouted Raven.
In the busy concrete street below
A young
girl looked up and made a wish
Eight magpies overhead flew high
Into the
dusk, into the sky.
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