The Winter of our Discontent
10,000 Birds
SEPTEMBER 27, 2012
They play and dance in front of tethered dogs, all the while going about the serious business of stealing those same dog’s food. I delight in their songs, and the sound their wings make slicing the cold air. Ravens play. They play on wind dancing on currents invisible to us. They play on snow, sliding down banks on their black backs.
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