I was sitting against an old oak tree taking a break from my long journey to the unknown when I spotted a crow atop a branch looking down at me. usually, birds make a lot of noise, but this crow remained as silent as I was. The only sound was me drawing in my smoke. Another thing I noticed about this crow was it didn’t look to the left or to the right but directly at me, kind of creepy. I pulled a flask out of my inner vest pocket and took a slug of Johnny Walker to steady my nerves, all was good except for that crow who remained still and staring directly at me. I snubbed out my smoke in the dirt and quietly picked up a stone concealing it in my hand. waiting for the right moment could take a while as the damn bird wouldn’t look away from me. As a matter of fact I believe he saw me pick up the stone as he shifted his weight just a little which was the first movement he had made since me arriving here.night was approaching and I didn’t care much for riding in the dark as my eyes weren’t what they use to be so I thought I should be on my way. I got up, dusted my backside off and headed for my bike. Just as I was swinging my leg over there was the unmistakable sound of a crow in flight, I turned toward the tree and he was flapping his wings heading straight for me with no slowing in sight. Instinctively I covered my face with my hands and felt the rush of wind as he flew past me ever so close I could smell him. I reached into my vest once more than lit a smoke now laughing at my experience. I fired up the old hog and headed down the dusty road to the unknown. Then without fear, noise or logic on both our parts the crow circled back coming to rest on my shoulder and accompanied me on my final journey