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Topic Started: Dec 19 2015, 10:36 AM (182 Views)
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He sat upon my shoulder, near
and stuck his beak into my ear,
murmured softly on my drum
of wonders past and things to come.

Speaking in a common tongue,
a gentle breath, a muted hum,
while picking softly at earwax,
that over years discreetly packs

in places where it's hard to get
yet deeper still and deeper yet.
And when he's done he hops and jumps
pleased with himself to reach those lumps

from his best friend and father too,
squawks loudly, giggling: "I love you!"
I squawk right back: I love you too!"
"Crow, you are me, and I am you!"

"Squawk!" said the crow, and then made space.
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This is the sweetest thing I ever read. I tried to comment on it when it was posted but I didnt know what to say. Sometimes words are too clunky and so I settle with saying nothing because words would seem to get in the way and what can you really say if you appreciate something? It doesn't seem right to talk but it doesn't seem right to say nothing either because for you it might be good to know if someone did read it and how it was received. It really was the sweetest thing.
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He'd bury his entire beak in my ear. It took a fair bit of trust to let him do that, the first time. But he was very gentle and very precise.
And when the insertion was complete, he'd murmur, in the softest of voices. Not a sound you'd ever connect with a crow.
I still remember the smell of his breath, as if I could still smell it now. Hot, sweet, yet slightly sour at the same time.
Love is: being loved by a crow.
Edited by crow, Mar 19 2016, 01:14 PM.
"Squawk!" said the crow, and then made space.
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