Saturday, June 25, 2011

6/23/11 The murmurings of crows

You wouldn't think they'd murmur and croon and purr like kittens, what with their reputation for harsh, caustic communications. But just listen to them in their nests, listen to their contentment on a midsummer evening. Everyone needs to relax and put up their heels and kid around when they come home from a day on the job. They whisper to their children like we do to babies, they sing little lullabies to one another, they compliment the chef on the night's meal. They talk about what they heard on the news. They discuss the weather, and they do matchmaking. Crows are us with dark wings.

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