Is it still called a murder of crows if
one of the members is a human?
is it a murder plus one?
I have a friend, his name is Zoltan.
Large almost blue he is so black
we visit everyday when I go for my walk
he sits at the same corner on the same fence, waiting.
At first, we only nodded good day to each other, exchanging
daily pleasantries, simple small talk between strangers.
One rainy day, I brought some apples and shared them.
He likes apples and later we found out he loves expensive cat food, it’s his favorite.
Who am I to judge? I like beets. So, we are all a little strange.
summer wore on and we became better acquainted, he began waiting for me, casually
holding space on the walnut tree in my yard.
We started walking together, him gracefully stopping as the dog did his business.
Zoltan is a true gentleman as he walks me to my door everyday now.
He hangs out with his friends sometimes and is introducing them to me, slowly.
When the mean tom cats come into our yard to hassle our little devil kitty, Zoltan and his friends
sound the alarm and chase them off.
I’m glad to have a new friend, it’s been a long winter in my soul.
I painted Zoltan when I was sick, in bed with the tumors growing deep as the snow outside,
that was years ago and thousands of miles from here.
I had repeated dreams of a bright eyed crow that was my friend.
I named the painting Zoltan dives…and now he is manifest.
He likes his name I can tell because when I speak the word
he puffs up his black feathers in pride, lifts his beak to the sky
and let’s everyone know, this human, is his friend and I AM ZOLTAN!
artwork: Zoltans Dive HA! 2009 oils (sold)
This morning the real Zoltan waiting for our walk at the end of our driveway. 🙂
Support living artists, the dead ones don’t pay rent. 🙂