From a Fool's Perspective

A crow stirred on the telephone wire beside the electric pole adorned with transformers. Almost at her eye level, he adjusted his wings and settled into place. She sure knew how to pick 'em. But the clouds would come down to greet the earth. And everything would be free to be its own self. Leaning on the door jam, she raised her red coffee mug in salutation, glad to have him in the neighborhood.