Monday, August 26, 2013

and everywhere

The voice of a Mourning Dove woke me yesterday. Its murmured greeting was punctuated by the sharp rasp of a Crow.
Crows always talk so loudly.
They are big and loud.
And everywhere.
I will watch now to see if a single day can pass without a crow winging past and shouting in my direction.

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