Date Posted:Fri, 03/28/03 4:18pm Author: Kangi Subject: Crows
Was writing to my son today... he's asked me to write some stuff down for him. Thought I'd annoy ya'll as well.
Ain't got nuttin better to do :p
I remember when I was a young girl... and my grandfather would hear the Crows in his fields. He would shoot at them... make them go away. Some around there would shoot one and hang it in the field to scare the others off. I use to stand and stare at the lifeless crow... and wonder if he was hung to scare off the others or to sacrifice for them.
My father and I would walk in the woods. He taught me to sit...and to listen...to be quiet. To respect this... He taught me to listen to the Crows talk and what they were saying. I was quiet...and I listened.
Today I was sitting outside and saw the Redtail Hawk as he circled about. I listened and thought how wonderful it would be to play upon the wind as he did. To let the winds guide me across the tree tops. He sang his song and glided so effortless.
The pines became alive with 4 Crows that called out their warning signs to others. They flew upwards...and circled the Hawk. They continued to cry out...and dart around the Hawk. He flew around still playing on the wind. Still singing his song.
Then as the wind sifted...he as did as well.... gliding and floating along the currents above the tree tops.
The crows went back to the trees and sang of their victory to those who would listen.
The pines stood quiet and reached as tall as they could....hoping to catch one more glimpse of the Hawk as he sailed across the skies and sang his song.
