There's A Crow Who Visits My Aunt's House Every Day To Eat Balls Of Raw Chapati. It Sits In The Windowsill

There's a crow who visits my aunt's house every day to eat balls of raw chapati. It sits in the windowsill and watches her roll the dough but doesn't try to take any for itself- even when she offers it some.

She has to say, "You can eat this," and that's when it actually takes the chapati. If she leaves the chapati in front of it without telling it to take it, the crow actually reminds her to do so by cawing at her.

Repeatedly.

I swear, crows will never cease to amaze me.

Recurring Themes in My Writing

Autistic/autistic-coded protagonists

Barely human characters e.g. living weapons

Black cat x golden retriever

Childhood trauma

Found family

Gods, demons and spirits

Introspection

Lunar deities

Manipulative villains

One person armies

References to Hindu culture

Self-destructive mentalities

Secret societies

I'm going through my blog posts and I'm honestly regretting not making a separate side blog for my Dostoyevsky-related posts

Things I've Googled as a Writer

Can injecting oleander sap into your veins kill you

Does eating your own clone count as cannibalism

How do moons die

Was tuberculosis common on the Eastern Front of WW1

Did Neanderthals believe in demons

Do moths hate butterflies

How much money does a hitman cost

Prolific Japanese serial killers

How long does it take for someone to die of nightshade poisoning

Average number of corpses in a mass grave

Forbidden deities in Hinduism

How do people join cults

What to expect when digging up a hundred y/o corpse

Synonyms for said

There's something so magical about the stars. When you look at them, you're looking back millennia in the past, back to ages that predate our own planet. Those celestial diamonds that glimmer against black velvet have watched over our ancestors will watch over us and all those yet to come

I can't express how much I love this poem. I love how you've given the speaker a gentle yet despairing tone of voice and the constant reference to the coelacanth as 'little fish' gives it a bittersweet vibe that I can't get enough of

coelacanth

What have you seen, little fish?

Did the world end for you, And begin in the morning, anew? Has the world changed for you, Through your different, ancient view?

Where have you been, little fish?

The darkest waves and sun that glows? Around the world and deep below? Has the world changed for you, In an endless, violent slew?

What have you heard, little fish?

The rumbling beasts and roaring Earth, The rise of man and our own birth? Has the world changed for you, By our hands and ruling few?

What do you fear, little fish?

That you couldn't fight? That you cannot change? That you didn't know?

... That we could've stopped?