Of Crows & Fish Dreams
It's only 25 degrees (F) out this morning, but the trees are peppered with crows; the wind, full of the talk of crows.
Something is happening.
Last night I dreamed of the word "eelpout," and began to rhyme it while dreaming, making up little poems.
I started to laugh and woke myself up.
An "eelpout" is a fish, another name for the ling cod, or burbot.
I think winter is coming to its close.