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The Call of the Crow

The sun was bright in the eastern skies. Overhead the sky was a slate blue...only a light feather thin white here and there.  It appeared like a painter's brush swept lightly over the blue...here and there...with white.

All was calm. All was at peace. Not a leaf moved on the cottonwood trees. Not a blade of brome grass stirred there in the grader ditch. All you could hear was the gravel beneath my tennis shoes as I walked there alone on the old country road.

A meadowlark sang to me from his perch there on the electrical line, then took wing and flew away over the green pasture grass and beyond.

Clear in the distance, somewhere among the golden/brown wheat field, I could faintly make out the sound of the cricket, or maybe it was a frog....I really don't know.

On I walked down that country road, past the wheat fields, the pasture, the cottonwoods, until I turned the corner and walked north.

The sun made little yellow spots on the road as it shined through the hedge row to my right.  Little yellow spots here and there among the shadows of the trees that laid across the road.

All of a sudden a chores of frogs sang their song to me as I passed by a place where water as trickling down out of an old pond hidden there among the trees, the brush, the tall brome grasses.

That all faded as I walked on. It faded back into quietness....only the sound of my shoes as they hit the gravel.

Then is when I saw it. Then is when I heard it.

I walked passed a little bridge. To my right was a beautiful country park. Someone had mowed among the trees and it was inviting to just set there on that bridge for a minute and absorb the quiet, the blue sky, the little skiff's of white up there among that vast blue beyond.

All of a sudden from somewhere out there to the west I heard the single call of a crow.  Col....col...col...  It got loader and loader and loader and soon it glided over the tops of the trees. I looked up and there against the slate blue was the crow...gliding so gracefully over the road, over me, and on into the great beyond. Its call....col...col...col...fading into a distant softness, until it was gone forever and once again quietness....broken only by the soft trickle of water as it made its gentle way over the rocks below.....

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