I felt grief.
It was as if I heard in the cawing of the crow sorrow and pain, a warning, and an expression of grief. I asked inwardly, what is this message for me. Oh, yes, I had been thinking earlier of the incident of the recent killing of the lion Cecil, a king of the forest. I had not yet grieved yet, though, for Cecil. Maybe all the animal kingdom, and the animal world was cawing to me, calling to me, wanting me to understand, and wanting me feel the grief we all feel when a creature of our world is killed for sport.
I then recalled a dream I had two nights ago. I was in this dream transported back to ancient Rome, and on one of the levels of an amphitheater structure. There was fighting, all around me within the walls of that structure. I was defending someone, something, or some beings at risk of being harmed.
The gladiator days when humans killed other humans for sport, in the “love” of the sport. It is time we love the animals and other forms of nature more than we love the sport of killing lions, and tigers, and deer, and all of life’s creatures. Even the crows, who both in the East and the West indigenous cultures, are recognized as messengers and healers, appear to know.
At least that is how it appears to me.