In every neighborhood, there is a crow tree.
There is nothing different about it from the other trees. But somehow all the crows choose it as their roosting spot. I can see it from my house, and on warm days when I'm outside I can hear their 'caws' echoing in the air. Yet when I drive the streets in search of it, it always seems to be one block over from my spot. Which house is it behind, I ask myself? The crows do not give me any answers.
At least, not yet.
