A Keeper of The Sacred Law, a crow sees what many do not, and irreverently squawks about it.
"The seeing-eye, the beating wing, the bird that laughs at everything. Misunderstood by everyone, who can not see all things as one".
Saturday, March 7, 2009
I Learn To Fly.
I began starting every new day by stretching my wings, which were getting stronger with every flight. Until recently, I had only been able to flutter downhill, and crash. But soon, I was landing better, and yesterday, I found out how to keep up, and even circle once, before landing on the deck. It felt so good that the pain in my chest wasn't enough to stop me. I kept looking up into the sky, and thinking: "Soon I will be able to be in it!" But I had to learn how to gain height, not just fly level and land. "Come on," said the cat. "Come with me. I know a good place to practice." She trotted off to the front garden, with me hopping behind, flapping as I went. The cat climbed up onto the fence and looked down at me. "Come on," she said. "Come up here. You can do it!" I flapped and jumped, hovering unsteadily, before tumbling back to the ground. The cat waited expectantly. I hopped back a bit and tried again... Flap Flap Flap! I climbed a few feet, then with a rush, soared over the fence and fell down behind it. "Well done!" cried the cat. "One more try! I know you can do it!" I jumped and flapped, flapped and flapped... And scrabbled down to a landing on top of the fence. I had never felt so good. "Did you see that?" I squawked. "See?" said the cat: "I told you about fun didn't I?" And we sat there for the rest of the afternoon, with me feeling proud of myself, and the cat keeping guard against the owl.