From the Diary

Sitting on a bench in Riverside Park, watching some people struggle with a child. Fall. A crow flies down and lands in the leaves near my bench. He’s looking at me, not like a bird but straight on. Then he speaks. I’m so blown away I don’t hear what he says. When I ask, he kind of hops around so his back is to me, shrugs and flies off.


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