CrazyNinjaKid

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Wrote this in the 15 min warm up this morning in my writing class. Prompt was crow.

The Last Crow

July 21, 2020

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Jet black feathers curve over the body, twigged legs hang weakly. The skies are full of dark clouds, a distinct smell of drainage fills the valley side. Plants droop over, their petals drowned as they kiss the ground, buried in the filth. 

The crow is perched to a dying tree, the branch faintly, cracking but is able to support the nearly unnoticeable weight of the crow. It's eyes are positioned upwards, a biting gleam of mystery is glowing ravenously through them. 

He begins to descend downwards, to the crisp grass that is a shade of grief; grey with only a few blades having a visible glimpse of green.

His eyes scan, overlooking what used to be home.

Home. The word burns at the back of his throat. Tortures it. 

He imagines how it used to be, with the valleys full of life. 

Now it was dying.

He couldn't let himself fall into death's manipulative grasp.

But how could he do that if he already knew deep down that this ship had sail?
First Published: 21/JUL/2020
Word CountL 172

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