A heart shape leaf
November 1, 2007
On the way to work today I spotted a heart shaped leaf on the sidewalk. Normally this would not occasion comment, there are a lot of moderately heart shaped leaves, but this particular one so embodied the form I took it as a mild positive omen. I stood there for a few seconds admiring it; buoyed somewhat. A crow then swept down, picked up my leaf heart in it’s spiteful beak, hopped a few steps, looked me in the eyes, then dropped it into the sewer. I am not an angry person. I do not, as a general rule, abuse animals. But I am telling you right now: I kicked that crow…I kicked that crow clear across the street.
My fellow pedestrians were understandably shaken by my sudden (and from their perspective) inexplicable act of violence. There were mummers of “asshole” and “that guy just kicked a bird across the street”. A sturdy young woman with a hatchet face lectured me on basic human decency and our responsibility to our animal brethren. I found myself unable to explain the karmic slap in face I’d just received, and how it wholly justified my actions. Admittedly my love life is in a state of flux at the moment; but I don’t need some magic fucking crow rubbing it in my face with an art house performance piece.
In the end I absorbed the social censure without comment. The crow flew away unharmed and I was left to ponder why the city had chosen to shame me.