The crows are causing quite a cacophony in my neighborhood this morning—making a mighty racket! They’re clustered, as if for a coffee klatch, in the treetops about a block from my house.
When I first heard their honking, I thought romantically, “Oh—the geese! They’re singing their song of change!” In my mind, I began waxing poetic about the changes I need to make in my own life, drawing inspiration from the chorus of migratory creatures outside my window.
But then I noticed that the stream of sound was not leaving. Either there were gobs of geese steadily streaming southward in my sky (something I surely needed to see), or there was something else afoot in the air. I slipped outside to investigate.
I looked up, and saw nothing—nothing except a thick cover of light gray clouds. I walked a bit, toward the source of the noise, and there they were: Dozens of black birds, most perched, some coming and going from the uppermost bare parts of two or three trees bearing the colors of autumn. “What on earth, do you suppose, can they be crowing about?!”
At first, I thought: “I will have to go ask an ornithological expert: my sister!” But then my misty-eyed tendencies reconsidered, and I again pondered the prospect that these chatter-beaks might be signaling something from which I could draw magical meaning: “It’s change that’s coming—oh, yes—only not the sort I might have guessed. Something different, something mysterious…and loud!”
“What could it be?” I wonder. (Oh, how good it is to wonder!)
4 comments:
It's a reminder to VOTE.
Cool. It's like a book. You should write it! :)
This is great. I so wanted to read it outloud! :-)
Beautiful.
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