The Dove and the Crow

One day, Moses paused in writing the Book of Genesis, though his mind still blazed with visions. Thoughtful, he retired his reed pen, and puzzled over the olive branch-laden bird that flew across his mind’s eye. Its ebony feathers reflected blazing sunlight. Obsidian eyes sparked intelligence. So dark and unkempt…was this the creature had led Noah to man’s new, prosperous existence?
In Moses’ dissatisfied conscious, black feathers faded to white. “Caw” became “coo.” Preferring his notions to God’s truth, he recovered his pen. He wrote, “dove.”
He would never know all he’d taken from the crow.