Once the crows of Wall Street asked themselves, “Why not have it all?” It was all there for the taking, wasn’t it? Life offered more than just the odd bit of wind-blown gain. Why bother with small pickings when a little extra moxie could bring far greater rewards? They deserved it as much as anybody else. And if they didn’t go for it all, others surely would. Everybody was out for whatever could be had in this world, the crows were convinced, so why not grab whatever you could in the rush? Having agreed they had a perfect right to carry off anything they could manage to, the crows pursued their goal single-mindedly. Nothing could deter or divert them. The few scarecrows set up by authorities to curb their designs earned only their raucous scorn. Nor were the crows troubled by second thoughts in their choice of tactics to employ. If they spied some prize in the hands of the unsuspecting, they set to flapping wildly and cawing loudly until the distracted victim dropped whatever it was the crows coveted and fled. “Bottom line, we’re just too smart for these losers, caw caw caw” the crows would laugh till they were hoarse. “It’s like taking candy from a baby, caw caw caw.” The one thing the crows had neglected to include in their calculations, however, was the existence of ravens. Besides possessing all of the cleverness of crows, the ravens of Wall Street had appetites that were far greater and employed methods far more unsparing. They never blinked in their cold-eyed rapacity. What crows did out of mere craving, the ravens had turned into an art form. They figured every angle, accounted every advantage, and when they’d taken all they wanted, winged their way to safe havens far out of reach. Had the crows been slightly more restrained in declaring themselves masters of their little universe, had they been able to resist the urge to flaunt with such brazenness the spoils they thought they were piling up, that plunder might not have drawn the attention of more adroit scavengers. But the crows didn’t have it within themselves even to consider restraint. And as they went about their noisy dealings in the street below, the ravens bided their time high above the commotion, waiting and watching for the moment to make their own move. When that moment came, the crows never knew what hit them.
Copyright © 2020 by Geoffrey Grosshans