So a recent hallucination of mine has been rather mild but annoying. It’s been a crow speaking to me, and shouting at me, particularly outside of my bedroom window. I also have a running theory that not only are ads following me on my phone and my computer, but they’re following me onto the televisions in the restaurants I’ve been visiting. But that’s a whole other conversation.
Anyway, this “hey” crow has the name “hey”, because that’s the way he gets my attention. Shouting “HEY. HEY. HEY. HEY. HEEEEEY. HEY.” until I acknowledge his presence. I haven’t seen him yet, but for some reason I know it’s a crow. It certainly isn’t a human. Maybe it’s a spirit calling from another realm, I haven’t given that much thought towards it because I knew for sure it was a crow: he always talks from outside up in a tree somewhere. It’s got to be a crow.
I do believe animals speak with us in their own language. I highly doubt they truly know English, but maybe this is a highly evolved crow who happens to have really gained a grasp on human form and language.
I wrote a quick poem about him. It goes something like this:
“Hey!” caws the crow, and I listen,
will he share today?
Will he show how a shadow dances with a mind of its own?
Or remind us how the sunrise ushers in a new spirit for the day?
“Hey!” caws the crow, and I listen
to whatever wisdom he shares with me today.
Will he warn me of the passerby–watch your back with that guy–or compliment
Will he watch the passing stars with me
and wonder about infinity?
There’s a lot this crow knows, you see.
And while I wonder what he’ll share
I have to remember
and be aware
that it may be fiction
what he wove into his diction
But “hey!” caws the crow,
and I still listen.
It’s impulsively penned, and certainly not great, but you get the jist of what I’m trying to say with it, I hope. Check out that poem and more writings on my Booksie account at this link here.