Because crows are survivors, and they love to laugh.
They are loyal to their family group.
They are private; they are clever; they love brilliant, shiny things.
They never pass up a meal.
Because they can sit at the tippy top of great tall trees and ride the flowing breeze.
They fly between the worlds on wings of spirit, bringing us gifts of life, bringing us wisdom.
I see them at sunrise, in great groups, in the branches of the largest, oldest tree, and they are greeting each other, greeting the day, in loud voices. They are smart; they are never ashamed.
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