Late this winter I was awakened at 5am and opened the curtains to survey the damage wrought by the previous night’s windstorm, the most astonishing storm I have ever witnessed. My favorite bird, a crow, got me out of bed and I went walking. Like many of us, I tried once more to shake loose the torpor of the human world.
I have been studying crows. This smart, wonderful, shining, beautiful bird I have come to know gives meaning to our lives and we find we are not as impoverished as we’ve been told. I have witnessed our shared ingenuity and bondedness with the rest of creation.
At my desk, I see the crow who perches almost daily on the electrical wire just beyond my window. So, I say a little prayer to the crow “If the world is night, shine my life like a light”.
After all, there are always crows. Follow them home
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Crow Planet by Lyanda Lynn Haupt was the inspiration for this writing.
Interesting subject. I would like to know what book you took these words from per the prompt.
Do you know what a flock of crows is called?
A murder. Two crows is an attempted murder. Raven groupings are called a parliament, I believe.
Yes.