Monday, September 27, 2010
The Call Of Crows
The first was that I woke to the same sounds yesterday. Or at least close to the same sounds. Yesterday's crow would repeat only two caws in sequence before repeating. Remembering the great intelligence of these birds, I wondered what the different numbers of calls meant. Was it some difference of a language they speak? Why were they so near my window making those calls?
The superstitious part of me imagined that it could be some kind of dark omen. Maybe it was bringing a foretelling of future doom. Was it meant for me, or for some other unfortunate soul? In my currently injured state of mind I knew I was thinking much too negatively. What else might those sounds from that crow mean?
Even though I tried to make the effort, my brain still doesn't want to let me imagine anything further. The only other thing I kept thinking was that those sounds didn't really bother me as much as my dark thoughts tried to make them. What really came to mind was that the call of the crow was a small link to nature for me. It was giving me comfort. Maybe the crow was just trying to tell me that nature is still out there waiting for me, and that one day soon I'll fly free once again.
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