In the Imagination of Old Crows

If you are a sweet young angel, and not an aging carrion creature like each of us old birds, life can be glamorous in sexy frocks by the superior talent known as Ruby Pearl:

Pink Lolita by Ruby Pearl

Black Widow by Ruby Pearl

You can prowl the night, lipstick in hand and purse swinging, singing a sassy little song and preening your feathers.

You can sashay gracefully in artful shoes:

Bridal Wedding Shoes, Painted Peacock, by Norakaren

Pheasant on the Lake Painted Peep Toes by norakaren

while trinkets like these adorn you:

A Bird on the Hand by Klewism

Winged Earings by amieplante

Or if you want you can just dress up like Chickita Miranda Chickenpants and have a party with some Wild Turkey.

We old crows are jealous. We wish to be your age again.

Ah, if wishes were wings we all would fly. A magpie can recognize itself in a mirror, but we old crows wonder who are those older women in there looking out at us and keeping us grounded in reality.

Except. . . we can look away quickly and imagine such wondrous things.