in collaboration with my 6 year old daughter. dedicated to the non-human animals we've buried.

...in 2012, my house was woken up by the sound of crows gathering in our backyard. i don’t want to guess at the number, but it was enough to have people stopping by to ask us what was happening.
a crow had died, and they seemed to be having a funeral.
The following day, we felt compelled to bury their friend in our garden. A few crows quietly watched us from the power lines above, and left shortly after we were done...