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| The chorus of crows across from my house |
I hear the faint hum and then see the leaf-bare trees against the strawberry sky. The hum becomes a buzz and I recognize it, though it would be indistinct to an untrained ear. As I turn the corner, houses momentarily block the trees from view but the sound grows more clear. Individual cries. Caw. Caw. A stray pair of birds veer as far as the street I am walking on and I am confirmed, but by now I have passed the houses and can see the branches well enough to recognize the congregation. A cacophony of noise welcomes me home.
[A drabble is a story in exactly 100 words]
[Cacophony also happens to be my very favorite word]
[Heavy alliteration will return tomorrow]
Neat post.
ReplyDeleteThe first time I ever heard the word cacophony was in a song our choir was singing the phrase was "a cacophony of praise" - I fell in love with that word! You've done a wonderful description above. I'd never heard of a "drabble" before - thanks for enlightening me!
ReplyDeleteI love this word! Thanks dear tartlette!
ReplyDeleteInteresting choice for the letter "C". We have a murder of crows in our neighbourhood and they usually start an hour or so before it gets light. Talk about loud! At least they're happy. Not so sure I am at getting woken up so early.
ReplyDeleteHas such a surreal feel to it.
ReplyDeleteA great word, for sure! And a nice picture of the crows!
ReplyDeleteI intimately acquainted with the word cacophony -- I heard it whenever I approached my classroom when I was teaching!!
ReplyDeleteYou painted such a nice picture!
ReplyDeleteI love crows, your description of them, and that photo. Did you take it?
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