crow—a true story

Walk out through my front door, and my emergence into the scene commented on by a crow.

Seven short “ahs” and I am amused so I sing the pattern back.

And the crow pauses just long enough that I think “this will go nowhere” and then the crow utters seven more “ahs” and I sing back.

And we go back and forth, back and forth, I mimic your changing patterns and pitches, I wish I understood your language in a little more detail.

I say “thank you” as I step back into my house.

Five minutes later, I’m headed to the compost pile and you’re still there, and you call again.

I call back, then you fall silent.

I decide to start the game again, with four higher pitched ahs. You sound back in a new tone, pitch, timbre.

Your crow translation of the sounds I offered you.

I try it again, but you don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t know your language. Maybe I bored you, or offended you. Maybe you’re just done.

Thank you crow, thank you for the smiles you gave me today, thank you for your beauty, thank you for the way my heart feels right now.

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