Every year around the time of the solstice I become a crow attracted to shiny objects.
Instead of a closet full of sorry, my closet contains dressy gowns of glitter, form fitting slinky knit things, gauzy ribboned tutus, and festive floor length formals with beaded bodices.
As a crow, I peer with one eye and then the other, sizing up which gown is the best suited for this year's party.
Crows are not that fond of netting or plastic that can get caught in their beaks.
Peach colors would be fabulous against a black feathered backdrop.
But the winner this year is the peacock blue floor length gown, totally rhinestoned, listing for $3,999.00. It was a size too small for my head to fit through the opening and did not accomodate wings.
So, back to the pumpkin pie for dessert and dreams of diamonds. The days get longer beginning tomorrow and the sun shines on my glittering eye for two minutes longer, a jewel in the light.
So, back to the pumpkin pie for dessert and dreams of diamonds. The days get longer beginning tomorrow and the sun shines on my glittering eye for two minutes longer, a jewel in the light.
Most memorable crow experiences...
ReplyDelete-Sitting on the boss's deck in Wichita drinking beer and shooting crows flying to and fro the sunflower fields. Each downed bird immediately snatched up by the neighbors three-legged lab and hauled off to the nearby shelter belt. No messy cleanup.
-Watching the huge Alaska ravens perched on the dumpster waiting for wary six-year old Nick to bring out the trash.
-Flocks of the harbingers of death perched in the fully blossomed cherry trees in Tokyo's Ayoyama cemetery, waiting for the spring revelers to abandon their bento box lunches.
A common theme of scavenging, death and intimidation. I would recommend an alternate totem. Maybe a robber jay. Quote I to the raven, "nevermore".