And Some Good Ole-fashioned Lard - Tumblr Posts

Crow, landing by me like one of those kinetic bombardment tungsten rods: I am ancient. I am all-seeing. I sat on the shoulders of gods, made friends with the wolf and picked clean the eyes of your brothers. I am the ever-shifting trickster and the croak at the back of Death's throat. I am darkness a-wing and night in the day.

Me: Baby! Your lunch is there, go mad.

Crow: ...

Me: ...

Crow: Ooh, raisins!