Mutterings*

Trick = One day, we disappear. People everywhere. Loved ones, family and friends, acquaintances,  neighbours , strangers. Treat = Happiness. Love. Contentment.  Laughter, community, traditions and simple rituals. Insider jokes, memories. Secrets. The treat, easily becoming a simple trick.  Might as well be a dream, lost in the yesteryears of the corner most echoes of our brains. Life continues the trick and treating of one another.

The soothing cacophony of crows can be a rare insight  in  to  something deep. I'm not sure exactly what that is right this moment. But I know it is. I find the thought to be soothing. Crows conjure up memories of garbage cans and  left over  food. It also reminds me of YouTube videos on the "Secret life of crows." Google it. You'll see. Crows share food. They call upon each other when they spot anything to eat. They also pass down memory and secrets to their offspring. So, generations of crows can learn from their elders. Knowledge for posterity. Very human like. Misunderstood creatures of darkness, these peculiar creatures, they have so much character. Most humans misunderstand, our nature is to fear all things black. Crows. Cats. Darkness. It's a  pity,  because I am in awe of these wild feathery, shiny beaded creatures that are so adaptable to their environmental conditions. Such clever beings. Next time, listen to their sermons. W...

At times, it hurts. As tears pour down your cheek Stubbornly irritating the eye scratching the eyeball an angry red Sometimes, it is a wish Gently laid on a wrist Blown away with whispers of hope At times, it is beauty. Loning for shiny black curls At times, peace and calm As you pray to the universe At times, signs of aging. Turning grey, then silvery As the years become numbered And they have been a witness They are the glue. Holding the eyes tightly shut The eternal rest When they close one last time A million memories turn to dust Having softened the tears Over the years As they fell