Crow calmly stood on the path at the entrance of the shopping precinct.
The winds of time blew through crow’s walnut brain.
Crow solemnly gazed at passerby.
Crow had a crucial message to impart to an unsuspecting individual.
But no one descried crow’s black feathery presence.
Crow earnestly cocked his noble head,
Studying each pedestrian who strode past.
Crow’s pretending eyes would instantly know the right candidate to approach.
Crow, the opener of portals, stood right at people’s feet.
Crow had fundamental psychic tidings to impart to the susceptible:
But the people were too busy and in a hurry to notice crow’s shamanic presence.
Crow stood there, gazing upwards.
‘Hello. How are you?’ the man, laden with shopping bags, said to crow.
Crow titled his noble head in severe concentration.
Crow aware of the man’s penetrating eyes.
The man smiled at crow, and casually walked away.
Crow, graceful in flight, hobbled along the path pursuing the man.
The man felt crow following him, stopped, and turned.
Crow opened his dark shining eyes.
An ancient wisdom emanated from crow’s soul.
The winds of time blew through the man’s walnut brain.