5 April 2010. Sun at dawn, golden light, streets dark with last night’s rain.
Chorny voron--a black crow, but here he’s white. Isklyuchenie. The exceptional case. Silent for a moment—in the watching mode. Forest and meadow, rabbit and vole. Small creatures in their even smaller burrows, a clinging snuggle of babies, tucked way down, warm earth, mother’s breath, a worm or two…
Anthropomorphised in the song. Interlocutor if not judge. Witness of fate, as in all human affairs…
Spring winds…
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