Weathering the Storm…

 

A wet black crow landed in

a tree, finding shelter from

a storm that he was trying to

flee.  Disposed his down of

the rain, he shuddered then

tucked his head under his wing.

 

The storm howling through the

woods would not get any better,

he hid in the foliage to dry his

feathers.  I did not see him by

mistake, he flew by my head into

the tree dark and smart, and he

used it as a windbreak.

 

I walked ahead quickly leaving the

crow to rest like humans he is

doing his best.  “Trying to survive,

trying to keep alive”.

 

 

 

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