I am that Crow!

It was a simple day's event. I was headed back from Trader Joe's. I wasn't really in a hurry, but I think I was driving like I was. I wasn't going that fast but I thought it would be fast enough to blow the trash out of the middle of the road, which is what I was trying to do. That is until I realized that the trash was jumping and actually wasn't trash at all. It was a crow! Now, something you should know about me, I don't like crows very much. They are loud, obnoxious, scroungers, imitators of birds of prey sometimes when flying and the most annoying thing to me about these birds, they seem like they are always mocking. Mocking other birds, people and whatever seems to be around. So, as I approached the bird I was trying to scare the bird to fly away and fear me in my huge car (at least compared to the bird. But when I approached the bird it didn't fly away. I thought, "How brazen! This bird isn't even scared of the car! What a jerk!!" (Yes this is what I think about crows, they are jerks!) This bird not only didn't fly away but barely moved out of the way for me. As I looked closer I saw something was not exactly right. I looked closer and this crow was actually missing some feathers as well as had some feathers that weren't quite full with pieces missing. It looked like a younger bird too. That was it, I couldn't help it. I turned the emergency lights and stopped the car right there in the middle of the street. I got out and tried again to scare the bird into flying away...and failed. The bird wanted to walk underneath my car but I was able to block him at the last moment. So I changed tactics, I would try to get the bird out of the street without touching it, lest it bite me or get killed by another car. Somehow I was able to successfully herd the bird to the side of the road safely. There was a part of me that thought I should have let the bird die there in the middle of the road...but then I had a thought...I am that crow!! I am trying to not get run over in the middle of the road, I run away from the one who tries to help me live, and I can only effectively motivated by fear into a place of relative safety to recover and "lick my wounds". I left feeling less like a jerk and more like a wrecked animal in need of some recovery from whatever life happened to throw at it.

 

Letter to Memories

I decided to write a letter as a song using songs from my childhood. Maybe you'll recognize some of the names of the songs. I might make this into a song, we'll see. 

Sitting down to write a note to you my friend.
An Invitation to Understandin'
Still wishing you were still here, everyday
No matter the actions or choices, voices still replay...

I hear Mr. Milsap singing about the "Smoky Mountain Rain",
his lost love, in the beauty there is still pain
Not sure why Gatlinburg reminded me of a cereal Captain
It was just a time, a story I'd get trapped in

I miss the way "Friends are Friends Forever"
and "Emily", "The Kentucky Rose" used to
search for their "Place in this World".
and maybe a life outside this "Rocket Town"

"Petra Means Rock", it's true
but "This Means War" for the "Available" few
"To Hell With the Devil" is all I'm sayin'
"Honestly", this is all they were playin'

In Acapella they "Laid their Weapons Down"
and there was "Amazing Grace" all around
Their voices rang out clearly
knowing though, it was "My Responsibility"

Now it's nothing but a "Rainy Season"
"Whistlin' in the Dark" as to the reason
"Wonder if They'd Love Him" in your town today
Truth is that "It's So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday"