April 22, 2011

I broke up with Crow

That sweet shape! Sob!
Or he broke up with me. I'm really not sure. Maybe he got upset when I started seeing other birds. I know it looked bad but I didn't mean anything by it. They were just birds I knew casually.

But he never comes around anymore. I see him wandering the fields late in the afternoon, looking like he's lost. I could go after him but then I'd look like a fool. I just have to accept it and move on.

We had a beautiful thing going on there, for a little while. It's sad that it had to end. I try not to think about him but I confess I'm not always successful. I'll be watching TV and I'll suddenly find myself thinking about how cute he looks when he jumps along the ground instead of walking. Or I'll remember the way he cocked his head to look at me, that one time.

But that's all in the past. I'm going to try not to dwell on it. In fact, I wish him well. I want him to be happy, whoever he ends up with. I'm not bitter. Really I'm not.


Artichoke Annie said...

My condolences on your break up. Time to stack on those country-western tunes on your record player and just let it all flow out. Perhaps a love poem is in order just for you and crow today.

writenow said...

That's funny. But I also meant it. I feel awful when I see him out there, just another bird passing by. The closeness is gone. I'm looking forward to my love poem. In the meantime, I'll just wander through my rooms, looking pale and wan.