Caw

I love crows. Always have. And I love this little nursery rhyme about them:

One is for bad news, two is for mirth.
Three is a wedding, four for a birth.
Five is for riches, six is a thief.
Seven a journey, eight is for grief.
Nine is a secret, ten is for sorrow, Eleven is love and twelve is joy on the morrow.

- Lana