THE WiSDOM OF CROWS

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I.     A black crow with a brown hangover sat on the side of a blue highway in silver rain. Don't fret it, he said to me as I drove by. I, of course, had no idea what the black crow with the brown hangover sitting on the side of the blue highway in silver rain could mean. That is until twenty minutes later I found myself lost and completely off course of the direction I thought myself to be traveling. Don't fret it, the crow had said. And so after a while I quit complaining and enjoyed the fog licking at the side of the mountains. II.     I heard cawing outside my bathroom window. There, in the dogwood tree, sat a huge shining crow. She flew to a taller tree to encounter a mockingbird trying to discourage her from landing. But the crow refused to leave until she had left her message for me. Three caws, then four, then three more. Louder and louder and louder. There are many memories coming. Explore them. I looked away, contemplating her message. When I finally understood I looked again and she was gone. III.     This morning a crow said, All I ever needed was for you to listen.                  MariJo  Moore ....