Morning With Crows

On a Thursday I awaken to the noise of crows. (It’s difficult to recognize the direction of crow voices — though, of course, they are generally above.) A number of crows are barking, almost mechanically. Some monumental event must have inspired them. In bed, I write:

Crows

The crows
are all
thrilled.

One of
them’s
eating
a rat!

This article appears in March 2014.