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THE PALACE OF DR. CROW

This morning as I dressed I was looking out the window, checking out yesterday's progress on the new log house being built just up-mountain from us, when who suddenly swooped into the unfinished window opening on the far side but Dr. Crow. He tucked away the big wingspread and settled himself comfortably, looked around at the interior of his new place, saw that it was good, then flapped down to the still-plywood floor and began walking around inside, checking out his new digs, looking for scraps of the workmen's lunch or anything else he could find, quite content to make the place his own, all in good time. He came to the undoored doorway and stood there slowly scanning his kingdom like a corvine Mussolini, then went back inside. I hope I can be there to see him on the morning he swoops in great blackness to reenter his new palace and discovers that the window has been glazed.