As I walked out of our apartment building nursing the remains of a migraine, a crow perched on the power line. It took off as I approached.
My street was rather quiet, and I heard not the usual beat of the crow’s wings, but the sound of every vortex as air rushed over and under the flight feathers. Struggle, flutter and flight all in one 3 second burst.
It was the most amazing sound. Complex. Delicate. Ear-filling.
Then I passed an idling car and everything went back to normal.
Posted by kuri at January 18, 2006 10:18 PM‘Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!’
