The Crow
I stepped outside the house into the cold damp light of a Scottish Autumn morning.
Sleep had evaded me for most of the night and like a stone-cold bonker, I had decided to go for a walk to clear my head.
The weak sun was just spilling over the treetops and the early frost was glittering resentfully under its eye.
I stopped in my tracks.
Oh oh.
There, in front of me on the garden path, stood a black crow.
It tilted its head to the side as it regarded me with an unspeakably old crow eye.
Raark.
It said, shifting its weight from one ebon clawed foot to another.
And just like that my vision closed in until there was only me and the malevolent inky stain that was the Crow.
Raark?
It uttered again contemptuously.
I knew then that this was no mere Crow. This was a harbinger of doom and sorrow. Something fired up inside me.
Have you come for me, oh dread black bird?
You've taken one and two, will I be your third?
I narrowed my eyes and advanced upon the raggedy eldritch thing of night.
Raawrrk?
The Crow skipped to the side and flapped a wing dismissively at me.
Should you not be uttering "Nevermore" in reply?
I am bored evermore by this overgrown fly.
Do you bear tidings of sorrow, do you expect me to flee?
From a ragged old goth bird that barely comes to my knee?
I stepped forward once more, slower this time.
Skrawwak?
The Crow flapped both wings and hop-jumped a pace or two away.
I dropped to a crouch so I could look it head-on, my voice dropping to a low whisper.
Do you come as an omen, or just for my life?
There are richer pickings than me, have you not seen my wife?
The Crow exploded into motion and shot upward on a blizzard of black wings at the mention of the Good Lady.
By no small coincidence, the Good Lady's voice rang out from inside.
Daddy-Bear?! What are you doing out in the garden, who are you talking to?
I blinked, looking around for the Crow but it was as if it had never been.
Daddy-Bear? Have you gone off your chump?
The Good Lady stood in the doorway of my home, eyes narrowed in something that could almost be construed as sympathy.
Just another fucking crow.
I muttered.
Before heading back in I turned, scanning the skies.
Or was it?
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for you. Enjoy it!Crows are good omens I'm pretty sure. I base this on believing whatever is the opposite of what superstition says - this is something like showing superstition who is boss. I just saw a flock cruise over my house. That can only mean one thing: massively good luck today. In case I'm wrong, you at least have the good lady as a back-up plan - it sounds like if you keep her at your side he won't be back :)
Massive good luck sounds nice. I think I shall shake the hands of the next one I see!! I don't think I gave ever seen a flock of them. Usually a pair!
They are usually hanging out in a flock of 10 around here. Probably a different variety of extra good luck crows. A pair should do just fine for you though :)
I will stick with a pair and let them live a little longer and see how my fortunes change :0)
The crow was simply looking for a drinking partner.
Oh damn, perhaps I have missed a trick!
BIRBs are pretty cool in my opinion!
BIRBs are... Satan's snatchers are nasty foul things!!
Ding dong, ur wrong!
Raaaark! :0p
It's a fine line to tread!!
But it is well worth it! Once you can walk that line, then the police check gestapo pulling you over and wanting you to touch your nose and walk a straight line just, because you pulled out of the pub parking lot squeeling your tires, will present no problem at all.
That is indeed a valuable skill. Now if only I could figure out how to open my damn car when staggering out the pub!
I like this interpretation. The second line probably doesn't really apply to you though since you don't come across as shy and/or quiet. Still, a confidence boost is always appreciated.
Aye, that's flipping magic. I like that one a lot!! Hell, I will even take the second line! :0D
One day I shall understand the likes of this ;0)
It is very Yoda-y.
I'm with the good lady, definitely off your chump whatever that means XD
The crow's probably gone home to its family telling them all about this nutjob human it encountered babbling rhyming nonsense while it was trying to get breakfast XD
Anything harbingy happen since? If not probably just a normal crow then ;D
Not a single harbingy thing happened... Damn, it just have been an ordinary crow. It had such a knowing look about it, I suspect it was the one that was eating my eggs!
I believe a crow symbolizes new beginning and mystery - so who know, maybe some exciting times ahead.
I could do with some exciting times and mystery!