Was walking down my path today
no other path than mine, they say.
It’s gray and has a yellow line
Not at the end but just halfway.
It goes across, not up or down
It has two eyes, a mouth, no frown.
When metal things approach my walk
they slow and sometimes stop to gawk
I know they have respect for me
This is my chosen path, you see.
This is my chosen walk, you see.
If I take to flight
will I truly be free?
~Marlies Vonn
White Padded Room 
This gave me goosebumps, Marlies. So profound. And now that I read the comment above, doesn’t it seem like we can all learn something from that crow? Super cool. I really love this. A whole lot.
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This one is good. I really like it.
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Thank you very much. This was written in a couple of minutes. It was inspired by a real story. Just this morning my father was driving along a secondary highway and a crow literally walked slowly across the road and did not attempt to get out of the way of the vehicle. Even after my dad swerved, and a car was coming along in the opposite direction, the crow continued on foot to the other side.
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Wow… From a view of point, we can say he is really strong-willed.
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