I want. I take.
I need. I fake.
I was thinking about the crow two-step, how crows were smart enough to just learn the Trickster two-step. Mens kept on stepping, three step four, they never stopped stepping, they came for the trees and the bears and the fires and the love and they tore it all down the tricksyMurderers. Crow stayed at two.
I want. I take.
I need. I fake.
Today driving down gallows road stopped at the light I saw a quiet flock of crow, fifteen on the ground, and as many more in the trees around. The morning cool, a light lift from the land as the sun scraped sharp across the morning mist like a warming knife. I pulled out my phone and started filming.
Crows here to start working.
Too late to start watching
Hop hop to work.
I noticed them noticing me, and then noticing me more, till all of them were staring at me, seventy like a swarm of black ants made of black eyes and black feathers. They gave a huff and a roll and a stare, to say, oh you? again with the camera. good bye. They sure made me feel silly!
They flew up and watched me from the trees. I rolled down the sunroof to see up to the clouds and called real nice to them but they knew I had fallen. That I couldn’t get up. Trees can’t be ground, and ground can’t be trees!
Crows here to start working!
Sharp beak! Scratch scratch!
Bright mind! Bright Sun! Fine Sky!
Scratch Scratch make fire.
So this is what I sometimes do, I sometimes play. Hard to know where it will go but I like the voice. I feel like I can do interesting things with this voice.
Thoughts?