The MasqueradeThe mask has feathers.The turkey also has feathers.He likes to fluff his feathers for the ladies,and wear one of his seven faces,as he asks, "Shall we dance?"But, alas, he is a turkey,so nobody will dance with him.Nobody, that is, except for the girl birdwho has been admiring his feathers for the entire nightAnd she, with her sleek brown feathers,Approaches him, with his extravagant green and brown and blue feathers,and says, "I will dance with you."And it turns outturkeys are really great dancers.
SfC Part Five: Crows are Like GirlsApparently, crows are like snotty, gossiping girls, but I never thought of them that way.Whenever I saw crows effortlessly flying or perched on a branch without a care in the world, I didn’t think of those adolescents who do nothing but make light of others. I always thought of a crow as just another bird, living for nothing but himself and his family, paying no heed to the arbitrary stigma branded upon it by foolish humans.The crows seem especially purposeful when spring comes along. I recall last spring when I stood near a squat evergreen listening to unfamiliar, unseen birds whose squeaks sounded not unlike the giggling of a clown. I assumed they must be a flock of tiny sparrows, peeping to each other during a search for delectable morsels. I spent a few minutes contemplating these little feathered friends until a black shape in the sky caught my attention. By the way it slid through the air on broad, tireless wings, I instantly recognized it as another crow. It was silhouet