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The Owl And The Crow

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The winter was here to stay for a while.  The snow was deep, and the winds blew hard, bending the pine trees and blowing with a dusting so bad that you could barely see the fence near the barn.  The storm blew through the night and by morning the fields and forest were covered with a blanket of snow.  It was quiet, a hush covered the land with the only sounds being tree limbs breaking, the hoot of an Owl, and the Crow cawing.

The Owl and the Crow had been friends for many years.  One haunted the night and the other scavenged the day.  They met here at dawn just as the night was passing and the sun slowly broke the horizon, painting the sky as if an artist’s brush was touching the clouds with bold red, softer yellows, and pastel blues.  As with every morning, they came to rest on the old fencepost to share stories of their adventures and enjoy a few moments of friendship.

The farm was old now, after four generations the last of them packed up and drove away, never to return.  They remembered the farmer planting sunflowers by the fencepost so that we would always have something for us to eat.  In the winter his wife made suet cakes to help us get past the cold winters.  She had drilled little holes into the fencepost and filled them with the suet cakes.  They knew they would always be grateful for her feeding them.

The farm was abandoned now, yet the old Owl and Crow still met there at sunrise every morning.  They too, were old now and they missed the rooster crowing, and the children getting excited when they came to rest on the fence.  They wondered how many mornings they had left, perhaps as long as the fence was still there.

They used to fight over the fencepost, then year by year they became friends, and people were always amazed to see an Owl and Crow sitting on the fence together.  As the snow gathered deeper around the fence and the temperature dropped even more, they parted ways hoping that they both would still be here when the snow melted and the trees filled with leaves.

They spent a lifetime as unlikely friends, but lifetime friends they were.  Perhaps we can learn a lot from two friends sitting on a fence post.

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Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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