It’s always your choice to not believe me, but I’m telling
you, reincarnation is real. I was once
one of you. I walked on two feet, had opposable thumbs and could open jars and
stuff. I had a good life. Maybe not a great one, but it was OK.
I didn’t really live in this part of the country. In fact, I’m not sure what part of the
country we’re in. I just know none of it
looks familiar. I’m assuming you can
read my thoughts. Nice time to think of
that, as I babble on like some parakeet.
I have no memory of how I died. I barely remember leaving the nest as a young
bird. Mostly my thoughts run day to
day. I search for food and water, I keep
a lookout for danger and when called, I help other crows to fend off hawks and
snakes. Anything that threatens our
nests and babies.
I like sitting here on this bench, but I’m going to head to
higher branches in a minute. The higher,
the better the view. Besides, I’m kind
of out in the open here. I feel a little
vulnerable. Not sure why, I just do.
See ya.
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