I’ve continued my Her Red Book, Too Ritual almost every day since I gave the assignment as a weekend workout. I don’t know how long I’ll continue. Perhaps until my book tour. Perhaps until I have enough material for a whole new book! All I know is that the results have been pleasantly surprising considering my whole life right now is working from home on my book marketing/touring strategies. I mean there’s not a lot of drama going on other than in my head, so I have to make use of the mundane.
Like writing about the crows daily migration east to west and back again. =
On the Morning of the Crow Migration
She does not recall when began
her fascination with birds
Prehistoric miracles defying the mundane
It could have been when she settled
into the new home
It could have been when she
gave them all names
Ahab on the chimney a seagull lookout
with a waddling of followers
willing to topple off the roof
and the Tweets Family Robinson
house sparrows in the eaves
Throwing open the curtain this morning
she catches the daily crow commute
West with the sunrise
each day a clockwork
And what if she went East
followed their route
to the border of their nesting trees?
Would she find the feckless crow
muttering waxing poetic about
the futility of flight
on a Winter’s Day?
Or is it All for One
One for All
No matter what the Ha Ha birds says?
(SEE my previous Her Red Book, Too entry: On the Day of the Bicycle Mammogram)