This is more of a scene than a proper story with a plot, as I try out this idea of writing a longer work featuring corvids. Here some new characters appear, the crow is meant to be the same one monologueing in the scarecrow story I wrote earlier.
And here’s a poem on the same subject as that snippet of story the other day. Trying to find the right voice.
I have a fascination for the Corvidae family, or the crow family. They’re among the most clever animals, yet some of them have rather dark associations. This is a first attempt at writing something that portrays a crow as more than a dark harbinger of death.
This might end up as an early character study for a longer work.