Crow in the City

  Today, I'm going to tell you about my new friend.  I met him when I first moved to Montreal.  It wasn't the first day, although he could have been around and maybe I just didn't notice.  I call him Marvin, because he looks like a Marvin what with his shiny blue-black coat of feathers and his chipped beak that seems to be slightly askew.  If Marvin were a human, I think he'd be one of those boxers from Brooklyn, tough, with slick dark hair, a crooked nose and a smart mouth.  You'd never mess with him on the street, but those that know him know that beyond the tough exterior, right behind those soulful dark eyes, is a sweet, kind fella.  Well, that's Marvin in human form.   

​Anyway, after a few days being here, I started noticing him.  He just seemed to be everywhere I was.  When I came outside, he was there, milling about my building.  Cross the street over to the grocery store and he makes his way there.  The only time I don't see him is when I'm in the Metro station, or generally inside anywhere.  I didn't start feeding him until this morning.  I decided I'd leave some peanuts out for him.  I'll check later to see if he ate them.

​Someday, maybe I'll paint Marvin; maybe that's what he's after.  Everyone wants to be famous, right?

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