A New State of Affairs? (January 1, 2025)

Where did the words go?

Maybe he could never speak words at all? It would make sense after all, he was just a crow.

A crow speaking words? Now that didn’t make any sense what so ever did it? And speak he had to. Because how else was any one going to understand him any other way?

It didn’t matter I suppose? It didn’t matter who called him strange or that the other birds would mock him in their bird ways.

Because he just simple had to speak? But would his first words be? He thought to himself. When the humans and the cows, and the rats and cats could all understand him, what would he tell them?

Maybe “I am the warrior god, come to destroy.” But that wasn’t true, and it seemed like a bit to much.”

What about “Dance with me?” No not that either, for he didn’t have hands or shoes with which to dance. He was just a crow after all.

No, he decided what he would say, nothing to grand, or to flashy. It had to be something with meaning, and meaning this held enough.

And so when the next person the crow finally came across, the crow said his first words.

“I am here.”