I take a crow as a wife. She is faithful to the task. There are many words in her language for want. She has no tact but at least she’s truthful. Her eyes were blue when we met but they now match the black weave of night. She’s in it for the occasional disaster that involves the Interstate. It’s about the long haul, the short shrift, the culmination in I, me, and mine. We shag at sunrise when the cool air is calm and magnificent. In time our progeny spread out across the county but we don’t keep in touch.
Photo credit: Marius Muscalu
Beautiful! Perfect mix of lyricism and sense.
Just beautiful – both story and writing.
Thank you for your comments, Heather. I agree the photo by Marius is the perfect complement–so crow luscious.
Gorgeous…prose and photo, both. thank you.