Monday, September 10, 2012

September 10: Crows at Dawn

Most morning the crows wake me just as it starts to get light. Their caw is different then, flatter, just three notes. A wake-up call for the neighborhood, perhaps? Or roll call, so each family member can check in with the flock--"I've survived the night"?

For a few moments, I'm pensive, pondering the mind of the crow. Then I fall back asleep.

Crows cawing
sound different
at the crack of dawn.

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