The Allure of Crows: A New Poem
I’ve written before about my connection to crows and how I feel they’re my “sign” from the universe. They’re pretty common, so there’s a good chance this is all in my head, but I still find myself enamored with them. I’ve read stories about how they collect found items and present them as offerings to certain families they attach themselves to. (It’s a new dream of mine in life to be such a lucky recipient.) They’re playful, mate for life and are among the most intelligent of birds. Yeah, they have some rather annoying and disgusting scavenging habits and their call isn’t exactly as melodic as the nightingale, but there’s something about them. Last week I was chatting with my editor and she mentioned that she really liked that I am very much in touch with my darkness. Later that week at a meeting we laughed about how my mind is a darker place than it appears and I shared some outtakes from the newsletters I put together. I often send her my dark humor outtakes so that I can at least share them with someone, because I know I can’t publish them. 😉 The next day, she sent me this photo of a Council of Crows from her walk that morning and it prompted me to think about all of the conversations and my infatuation and write this poem.
Crow at Dawn