The summer ends,
the nights grow longer.
Time to read.
There is a special character in the new story I am writing. A crow. After some thinking, I came to the conclusion that his inner flow of thoughts can only be expressed in a very simple, yet poetic way. I started researching and reading haikus and fell in love with this form of poetry. My crow produces haiku monlogues.
Through observation I became convinced that most animals are not only capable of feelings and of forming thoughts – sometimes even complex ones – but also of perceiving beauty and meditating.