Dawn in the woods, with crows

 The crows in the woods behind the house talk for about five minutes every morning just before dawn.

Dawn looks like this: The jet black of night dissolves into the sharp silhouettes of trees. The light between the trees is a muddy brown and then becomes yellow, I think, but I’m not good with colors. The light between the trees gradually becomes blue sky, and if there are any clouds in the sky, they flash pink as the sun pops over the mountain — something I can’t see from the forest floor.

The blue and pink look like neon signs for a minute. Then the colors fade.

The crows talk until you can see the pinks and blues. Then they stop. 

The Wise Woman says the crows stop talking when there is enough light in the woods for the hawks to see them.

In my imagination, the crows are helping the sun come up, just as humans who called themselves druids once did.