The Crows Won't Leave Me Alone
The crows won’t leave me alone lately. They are highly intelligent and have long memories. I don’t know if they’re happy with me or upset. I fed one a few weeks ago. Are they eager to know me? Do I now have a collection of dark-feathered and cunning new pets?
Is it perhaps a message from the other side? They can be guides for human souls, I’m told. Or maybe I crossed one inadvertently, and now the rest are making their dissatisfaction known. They are, after all, proven carriers of generational grudges. And most certainly, as of late, the crows won’t leave me alone.
What am I supposed to do? Where am I supposed to go? Is this a nudge or a warning? Do I accelerate or pause? Is it an inter-species tribunal? A desperate call from a chorus of caws? I can’t get a read on it. I sit, mind wide open and with five or more senses all finely honed. I’m picking up nothing, yet outside every window, there are crows who refuse to leave me alone.
I head over to the ocean, and I wander through the woods. I cruise through the country, and I saunter through the city; these crows are exactly everywhere, but my want for respite from them elicits no pity. I’ve altered my appearance. I’ve resequenced my steps, adjusted inflections, and modified my tone. And yet, these crows still make the choice daily, not to leave me alone.
I could use some clarity amongst the cloud cover, better yet, a full reveal. Is it a harbinger or a nod? Am I on the verge or on the precipice? Should I about-face or stay the course? Commit to this path or choose to divorce? Do I run as fast as I can or sit like a stone? Where did they come from? What do they desire? Have these mysterious figures no home?
No sooner than I penned this, something shifted. I swear I feel a collective and winged embrace. They’re still here, though my clouds have lifted. Displaying an ancient and avian form of grace.
I understand now that I’m looked after, no matter where my feet traipse or my soul might roam. Wherever I go and come what may, I’ll journey heartened and with confidence - because the crows won’t leave me alone.



Nice villanelle-y prose, Adam!
Yes! I have been having conversations with a few… this is beautiful and spiritual
Best,
Neal