The dark one.

Always there…

Watching...always watching.
Watching…always watching.

His eyes seem convincingly dead.

Jet black cloak never removed.

Friends are all around him , but never really with him.

He feeds on both the living and the departed,

the new born and the un-hatched.

Feared by most, and most loyal to one.

He is ‘Crow’

And he is still watching!



4 thoughts on “The dark one.

  1. I ditto Derrick’s comments. We get crows down on the Australian snow fields and in the afternoon they line up along the roof at the village waiting to snaffle their prey. They’re also partial to a bit of road kill. Skiers tend to drive like a bat out of hell…not so good for the kangaroos but the crows are happy.

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