I Express

I went to my terrace this evening after a short but heavy rainfall and my eyes fell on a crow, who stood at the same place for an unusually long time. My mind wondered what it must be thinking or does it even have awareness of its consciousness? Every time its head moved, the feathers jumped a little, just half an inch. I tried counting but it was not a straight rhythm. Sometimes the head turned slightly and the feather didn't move but the feather jumped high whenever the head moved with a usual jerk. I decided to stay back and witness its journey, I thought I'd leave only when it decided to take flight.  Perhaps it was seeking its tribe, that might have flown off far midst the rain. Perhaps it was awaiting its love, the one who promised to meet at my terrace. Perhaps it was seeking sympathy, but ignored it whenever a flock sat around it. Perhaps it was seeking answers about why I was starting at it constantly. Perhaps it was lost since its flock flew to this area recently. Per