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A
distant
woodpecker
drummed
against
a
rotten
log
.
Shadow
became
aware
of
eyes
on
him
:
a
handful
of
red
cardinals
stared
at
him
from
a
skeletal
elder
bush
,
then
returned
to
pecking
at
the
clusters
of
black
elderberries
.
They
looked
like
the
illustrations
in
the
Songbirds
of
North
America
calendar
.
He
heard
the
birds
’
video
-
arcade
trills
and
zaps
and
whoops
follow
him
along
the
side
of
the
creek
.
Eventually
,
they
faded
away
.
The
dead
fawn
lay
in
a
glade
in
the
shadow
of
a
hill
,
and
a
black
bird
the
size
of
a
small
dog
was
picking
at
its
side
with
a
large
,
wicked
beak
,
rending
and
tearing
gobbets
of
red
meat
from
the
corpse
.
Its
eyes
were
gone
,
but
its
head
was
untouched
,
and
white
fawn
-
spots
were
visible
on
its
rump
.
Shadow
wondered
how
it
had
died
.
The
black
bird
cocked
its
head
onto
one
side
,
and
then
said
,
in
a
voice
like
stones
being
struck
,
"
You
shadow
man
.
"
"
I
’
m
Shadow
,
"
said
Shadow
.
The
bird
hopped
up
onto
the
fawn
’
s
rump
,
raised
its
head
,
ruffled
its
crown
and
neck
feathers
.
It
was
enormous
and
its
eyes
were
black
beads
.
There
was
something
intimidating
about
a
bird
that
size
,
this
close
.
"
Says
he
will
see
you
in
Kay
-
ro
,
"
tokked
the
raven
.
Shadow
wondered
which
of
Odin
’
s
ravens
this
was
:
Huginn
or
Muninn
:
Memory
or
Thought
.
"
Kay
-
ro
?
"
he
asked
.
"
In
Egypt
.
"
"
How
am
I
going
to
go
to
Egypt
?
"
"
Follow
Mississippi
.
Go
south
.
Find
Jackal
.
"
