On a sparkling crisp day in the early fall I decide to test out a theory, by lying on a sunny rock outcrop, I slowly change my breathing pattern trying to simulate death, a piece of tin foil and a trade bead clutched loosely in my hand. I have been listening to Ravens deep bell like tones. I hear a swooping of wings, chatter the tone changes it feels like at least two moving closer? My body starts to ache I have one arm arched over my eyes afraid if the birds assume death they will peck out my eyes such is the theory. I hear more conversation, what are they saying, then a quietness that stretches on and on.

Finally I am unable to sustain my position I try to peak out to see what is happening for all of a few split seconds, I look deeply into ravens eyes a flash of understanding. Appreciation and flight passes. I stretch and place the shiny pieces on the rock.

I return later and they are gone.