I never quite remember what I’m doing when I catch the black swirls out of the corner of my
eye; but I have come to appreciate how crows have always demanded my attention.
For as long as I can recall crows have captivated my imagination
All-seeing swarthy figures flitting into my consciousness and
Dark brown eyes staring through me, seizing my thoughts, causing me pause,
to take stalk of what I have been doing, and whether I should continue.
Then there is the clarion caw, snapping me back to reality
In a matter of seconds this bird has again delivered me from my mindlessness.
– Chris George