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Dec 2013
Black as night. Feathers as soft as silk,
Piercing right through the heart,
It fell.

It didn't even see it coming.
So innocent and graceful,
The raven was.

The boy came to take his prize,
But as he saw the helpless bird,
He had sorrow in that heart of stone.

He let the tears slip from his eyes,
As he made a blazing fire.
He didn't want to take the bird back,
So he wrapped it in black silk.

Into the fire,
The bird was.
It turned to ash before the boy came home on his apple horse.

But as he went into his tent,
The big graceful bird sat on a perch.
The boy let one tear slip before the bird came,
resting on his shoulder.

The boy let the bird nestle into his neck.
"You. You came to me? Why"
The bird whispered two words into the boy's ear.
Soft hearted.
And the bird protected him for childhood,
Till elderly.
Than died with the boy.
This was an old native american story. Its about a boy that feels sorrow and pain for killing the bird with his arrows (or any weapons at all). He then sacrifices the bird the God of the Winds, saying a prayer for the bird to live a better life on the other side.
The Wind God sees the boy's sorrow and takes the offering, giving the bid back in return. The bird takes care of the boy through childhood and often saved the boys life. One time from a stampead of buffalo. Another through hunger and desperation. All because the boy saw the world as equal. Animals and human working together to live, and that is what the Wind God saw in the boh that day.
Kayla Seiayrra
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