Inspired by a rooftop visitor |
“The Crow on the Roof” He appeared sudden, cautious; calling, head cocked; perched at a distance. Wary of his surroundings; watching, for any sudden movement. Historically some found him fearful. A bringer of death, fatality. But in Indian legend, magical. One to lead spirits of warriors. But in the 21st century, he remained unnoticed. Or a nuisance, a noisy visitor. Unless of course, you are like me, and his appearance was special. I had once thought like many, cautiously fearful, casually annoyed. Now found myself with reverence, awe, wonder, and anticipation. Cannot one believe in such a world, filled with cyber-tech, intellect? That the past fables, stories, perhaps have a touch of realism? The crow stood upon the roof, head cocked, at a distance. Cawing upon me to notice, daring me to wonder. He had come; I believe; announcing. His beckoning call, asking. For me; a smile replaced despair, as he requested my attention. “Be wary; he said, of yourself. It is your ancestor's request." And memories of my Blackfoot heritage, filled my head, my surroundings. His black eyes focused on me, bearing down; until I took notice. "Stand on high, as I, and see, there is something good to come." And I felt his gaze, his message. My heart beat as distant drums. Within my veins, coursed blood, of lineage of a warrior. Despair that had gripped my heart, now seemed replaced, filled. With thoughts of those once proud. of warriors, who left legacy. And my focus; sharp as his, replaced sunken, hopeless eyes. And the broken spirit, ambition, replaced with vigor, drive. Proudly, I thanked my visitor, Thankful, I remembered my heritage. S A Gibbins 2-06-01 |