At the crow conclave

there was very little to

crow about as they

hemmed and cawed among themselves.

When it’s seventy

degrees in Virginia in

December, the time

had come to help humans find

their rightful place in

the natural order of things.

A great caw went out asking

(and this was new for

crow) all of Wise Spirit’s great

creation to come

together and share what they

knew best. By now they

knew it would take the wisdom

of the whole to bring

this wayward faction into

the fold. They also

knew they would have to do some

much needed shape-shifting too.

                                                                                  JDG