When I was young, I had a fight with my father and ran to
the forest to cry, thats when a small young looking raven went and fell.
It had and an Injury on it's beak, I could tell.
I had rushed home and my mom put medicine on it and I named it Black Feathers,
but soon it would be time to say farwell.
The bird had put me under it's spell.
Though the next day when I went to school and back,
my mom had told me it had flown away once my mom tried giving it water.
Oh how mad and sad I was.