These short ruminations on the prompt word “heard” are so lovely that I have to reblog them. Please go to Carol’s site to read them in their entirety.
Heard-songs that can cancel out one another: “I heard it through the grapevine..” and “no, I never heard them at all.. ’til there was you.”
Have you ever heard a crow *whispering* sweet somethings to his intended as they sit on an ancient oak branch below the one holding a soon-to-be-spurned suitor? It went on and on, the excited clicks and low whistles and overblown promises no crow could keep– into which she was surely buying. I looked at the higher branch gone all silent, thought I saw the hope fading, and couldn’t take it anymore. I walked back into the church office and let the old gray veranda witness the cruelties of nature. (Tell me that I must not know anything about crows — that the one with quiet patience will win the day because she will know that even through this, he would be near her. OR tell me that the higher branch was more…
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