I Don’t Know What the Crows Are Saying

It’s spring, I think it’s spring, yes really, it’s spring, and I have to stop myself from writing about juiced-up kids and hormonal robins and the flourishing minor bulbs, all sproinging all over the place like little fireworks. It’s true that they’re the incarnation of spring but I’ve written and written about them and you […] The post I Don’t Know What the Crows Are Saying appeared first on The Last Word On Nothing.