The sun only rose once,
so I stepped to the edge,
right there were the wilderness began,
and listened to the caws.
It was a becoming,
as I joined them high in the trees.
“Learn their language,”
the voice rang out.
And it was easy.
It was easy to walk away from humanity,
to have feathers for a change.
Until I realized that I was not the beautiful Ibis,
I was not the ephemeral beauty
gliding through golden light.
I was the crow, and I always would be.
I’d return to my flesh and be a human crow.
They’d make men of straw to scare me off.
Or maybe I’d just be another fleshy mess,
watching the sun circle me.