Crows...Too Many For Counting
It began like an other morning walk, a couple of co-workers and I left the building of our cubicle bondage and inhaled fresh air for the first time since entering our collective tomb. I should have known from the first instant I heard the sound; it would not be a normal walk. A single crow stood atop our building and called to us. It cackled and cawed. It said in its crow voice, "I am a crow. Hear me!" I pointed the bird out to my walk-mates and said it was an unusual sight.
I thought nothing more of the bird until we rounded a corner and saw another bird, then another, then another. Soon they surrounded us and they began their evil movements on buildings, on snowdrifts, in trees. Then the shrills began, the taunts, the screams. The sounds encompassed us as if the crows knew something, something us earth-bound bipeds could never understand.
"Thinking about Poe?" asked one co-worker at my obvious interest in the black bird's behavior. "No," I said. "It's just I've never seen the birds act like this before," was all I could think of to say. I quickly drew my camera and took pictures of the beasts--pictures that unfortunately, do not do the event proper justice.
We continued walking and the birds kept up their unearthly calls. Eventually we left the ally and the dark shapes behind. I have no idea if the birds will return tomorrow or not, but on this beautiful morning it was a murder of crows that held me spellbound.
