When a black raven unexpectedly landed on the coffin during the girl’s funeral, everyone was looking at the bird in dread in a matter of seconds.
The entire village had come to say their final goodbyes at the little girl’s funeral.Everyone was crying, and her parents’ and friends’ sorrowful expressions captured the intensity of the situation.
Just as the priest was starting to talk in a soothing tone, a black raven emerged out of nowhere.With its eyes glinting with an uncanny brightness and its feathers glistening in the sunlight, it silently landed directly on the tiny casket.
Everybody froze.Someone stepped back, and someone gasped.People flung stones at the raven in an attempt to chase it away, but they soon understood it wasn’t simply a bird, but…
The girl’s mother raised her head at that precise time, glanced at the raven, and her face lit up with recognition.
“It’s him,” she muttered. It’s the same raven.He used to visit our yard.
Surprised, everyone turned around.The woman stepped forward and exclaimed, her eyes welling with tears:
In the past, our daughter fed him.Nearly every day.He would wait for her to bring him bread on the balcony.He was her friend, she claimed.She even drew photos of my spouse, me, and him.She constantly included the raven in her artworks.
Recalling this, she took a folded painting out of her backpack, which she had carried with her the entire time.A mother, father, and daughter were depicted on the paper in a child’s hand, along with a black bird with good eyes.
They all appeared to be a single family, with wings.
“He came to say good-bye,” the mother remarked in a soothing tone. —He is more than simply a raven.He recalled her.
Everyone was unable to speak and stood in quiet.There was something in the story that spoke to everyone’s souls.
The raven then bent his head respectfully, as though he had heard her remarks.After a protracted moment, he extended his wings and took off, vanishing behind the woods.
