Scare-Crow!
Mar. 29th, 2006 09:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
franceslievensIt's that particular twig he wants. The big one that he can hardly fit in his black beak. So he hacks at it and pulls until it comes off the big tree. His determination is fascinating. I'm staring at a crow, the only bit of nature one gets in the big city, and feel attached to this black animal.
There was a time when the crows scared me. With their croaking voices they seemed to deny me passage in the mornings. Nonetheless I pedalled on. School doesn't believe in omens. Now I see their inventivity and playfulness. Like little children they make the park their own and take time to do mischief, like throwing rocks through the glass ceiling of the European Union building.
There was a time when the crows scared me. With their croaking voices they seemed to deny me passage in the mornings. Nonetheless I pedalled on. School doesn't believe in omens. Now I see their inventivity and playfulness. Like little children they make the park their own and take time to do mischief, like throwing rocks through the glass ceiling of the European Union building.
