Friday, November 7, 2008



It was a beautiful fall day in River City, the kind of day when the sky darkens to a pewter grey showing off the yellows and oranges of the trees along the neighborhood streets, when the temperature's dropped just enough to feel comfortable in a sweatshirt, when it's not surprising to see a murder of crows land in the graveyard behind the house. The kind of day when it doesn't feel odd at all to sit here with my best friend with a couple of cups of coffee and discuss all the reasons why we think someone killed our neighbor.

5 comments:

  1. Crows often
    bring out
    the base nature
    of the night
    where crimes
    land in the cemetery
    by default.

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  2. ooooh, mysterious. I love the way you brought the crows in to introduce the eerie topic between you and your friend.
    Thanks, too, for the education on names for groups of birds.

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  3. Ok, you have me hooked, keep it coming :-).

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  4. Love this...and the art is perfect, moody and beautiful.

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  5. I love:

    a murder of crows

    It is so cooolll.

    I'm sorry someone killed your neighbor, whatever the reason turns out to be.

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)