Crows Mate For Life
Blizzard memories.
Looking out into the never-ending snow I am reminded of the time my mom and I were looking through the window into a Nor'easter. Up in Goshen. The chosen land, high on the hill in Massachusetts.
Ironically, overlooking the location of my dad's site of final destiny.
Our shared gaze came upon two crows on a dark and bare limb.
One crow was all huddled up, feathers ruffled, trying to keep warm . Maybe sick.
It's mate kept moving closer, sheltering, nudging.
Saying, C'mon we can do it , It's okay c'mon.
Crows mate for life
1 comment:
My mom thought that scene was the saddest thing she'd ever seen. I, on the otherhand was enheartened. Where does your glass lie?
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