Brave Poe

It is a beautiful morning in Washington state. Poe, my resident crow is sitting out here with me, chatting away with his "caw, caw, caw". I like this crazy bird. He loves our little garden pond. I love it that he has become familiar with me, as he and I are quite different.  I applaud his bravery. I need to branch out and befriend those who are completely different than I. It is not prejudice that keeps me away, but a sense of awkward shyness.  At 49 years of age,I would think I could overcome this flaw. But I still struggle. Poe, what is your secret?