Knock Knock. Who’s There? | Flash Post 364
Button, early this morning, as I stepped into the garden, a fascinating scene unfolded before my eyes.
Tell us about it.
You are, of course, aware that the first thing Messi does every morning is step out into the garden and head straight for the lemongrass shrub. He climbs onto the pot, tugs at a blade of grass and chews on it.
I have seen him follow this ritual morning after morning. Considering how finicky cats are, this could well be his way of brushing his teeth!
Unlike on other days, when he’s stretched out and lording over the terrace, this morning was different in the sense that I found him crouching behind a flower pot, quiet but alert. I also spotted a ferocious-looking crow— more in the category of a raven— pitch black, huge with piercing eyes and an equally black and strong beak— hopping on the ledge of the terrace looking for something. And the very next moment, Messi had sprung out from his hiding place and jumped onto the ledge scaring him away.
What happened next?
Messi then went back to his hiding place behind the pot and, to my surprise, I found the raven swoop down onto the same ledge, bend low and strain his neck as if to spot Messi!
Did this really happen or are you trying to tie a colourful ribbon around it to make it look pretty?
Have I ever done that?
There’s no doubt you’re a good story-teller and the two of us make a good team.
Well, the same routine followed with Messi scurrying out of his hiding place and chasing the crow away and the crow returning once again, bending low to draw Messi out of his hiding place.
There’s a hidden lesson in this and I’m sure you know what I am talking about.
As the human race turns more and more intolerant, greedy, hateful and obnoxious towards their own fellow men, other living species are weaving together a beautiful story about love, tolerance and co-existence. There’s a lesson to be learnt there.