"Ah, but it is good to take an unexpected turn on a trail. You never know what blessings await you." Her handler walked before me, but she, the Raven seemed to lead the way. She, in her nearly perfect midnight shimmering brilliance. Yes, but it was she, the great Raven, who seemed to be directing our steps now.
To me, the Raven has traditionally been a sign of change. Usually a sign of deep and unexpected change. City crows a dime per dozen. But the great Raven, with her shrill and booming caw of fortune, commands my attention most times. Keeping pace with the rolling river along the winding path through shadows and crouching woods, I kept my eyes fixed on her graceful wings extended to keep balance. What a year of change it has already been I thought. How I wish I could glimpse the future, the path less planned she signifies I thought.