When I was out walking the dog in the cold stillness of the early morning, there were a lot of crows lined up on the branches of the bare trees, lustily cawing. I was reminded of judges on the bench, who were pronouncing their verdict and sentencing on the passing year.
I also couldn't help thinking about "A Long December" by the Counting Crows, and the endless hope that maybe this year WILL be better than the last.
One can always hope...
I also couldn't help thinking about "A Long December" by the Counting Crows, and the endless hope that maybe this year WILL be better than the last.
One can always hope...
Category Poetry / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Crow
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