Truth Is

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

4 Responses to “Truth Is”

1. Sharon Elizabeth Wood says:

   December 16, 2015 at 9:09 pm

   Beautiful! Perfect mix of lyricism and sense.

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2. Vicki Doronina says:

   November 5, 2015 at 10:09 am

   Just beautiful – both story and writing.

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3. Cherie Hunter Day says:

   October 29, 2015 at 10:41 pm

   Thank you for your comments, Heather. I agree the photo by Marius is the perfect complement–so crow luscious.

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4. Heather Beecher Hawk says:

   October 27, 2015 at 10:33 pm

   Gorgeous…prose and photo, both. thank you.

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