there's a little black crow that visits me every so often. she bears a lot of news. good or bad, she always comes back to me and shares them. and i listen to all her stories. stories about villages, towns, people, competition and relationships. stories about different cultures, emotions, places i've never heard of before. they all strike me personally. i put a small green ribbon around her foot so i know it's the same crow. i think she likes my company, and i enjoy being around her as well. i get to share some of my own stories as well. it's not like she understands, but she is willing enough to listen before flying back to wherever she resides. it's the same stories, though. i don't understand why she keeps coming back to hear it again. honestly when she's gone, i'm back to usually doing nothing. there's no new stories, just.. the passing of time. and the concept of death lingers. but, i do look forward to seeing her again.
