Conversation with a Crow
[Voice from the Other Side – Sha’Tara]
A crow lands on my shoulder. Why am I not surprised? She speaks in my ear:
“Yes, I’m a crow. An ordinary crow. You have to believe me, this is a vision — visions don’t lie.
You don’t like us much. We know. We know why too. You don’t like our ways and you don’t like the sounds we make. You’d like to get rid of us, maybe kill us because we interfere with your idea of a quite back yard with lots of song birds flitting about and building nests in your hedges and shrubs.
But killing us or getting rid of us isn’t going to solve the problem. I’d like you to understand us.
We are creatures of programming. We don’t have any choice in being who we are, or how we are. We think that you are our gods and you made us in your image. We try to live up to that. We like you, so many of us choose to live in your neighborhoods. We try to fit. We observe your ways and try to become more and more like you. We are raucous, aggressive, greedy and gregarious – just like you. We are predators and successful survivors. We do not respect the space of others and we take or steal whatever we find with the least effort to ourselves. We feed our young with the young taken from the nests of those who can’t defend themselves – just like you do. OK, we have not yet learned to eat the young of our own species but we are thinking about that. If that becomes necessary to be more like you, we will undoubtedly accept it as part of our evolution.
Our young are loud and squawky when they come out of the nest, expecting us to feed them long after they are quite capable of doing so on their own. To shut them up we try to satisfy their wants – just like you do with yours. It’s all a matter of observation and evolution.
There are prophecies in the crow world that say the gods (you humans) will disappear from this world and another species would be promoted to take their place. It is said that we crows will inherit that place. That is why we are so close to you; why we adapt to your ways and emulate your actions. We want to evolve, it’s that simple. We will be “Crowman.”
You think I make no sense?” Then she flew off when she saw a robin carrying twigs to build a nest.