16 x 20
The crow was such a familiar bird to her; it always reminded her of home.
She used to love the way it's blackness could be overlooked and taken for granted.
Unlike the other birds in the yard.
This bird spoke to her.
Somehow she identified with it.
The morning her father died she heard one cawing wildly outside her bedroom window.
Crows caw to warn others of impending danger.
she would never look at a crow the same way.
That familiar bird,
If only she could believe like the Japanese
that these black birds are divine messengers and are
capable of predicting the birth of a healthy child.