brazen.

The dust settles quickly beneath the wings of the crow,
dancing proudly on the cold-as-concrete ground.

He did the best he could.

He watched ceremoniously at the fields below,
burning by the hand of another stupid human.

The flights he took.

A silhouetted figure passes by quietly, swiftly.
He doesn’t move. Brazen.

“What won’t you humans do for a little revenge?” he cawed.

He bows his head, eyes closed.

A gunshot rings out, and all the fields for miles lay burning.
But the scarecrow at the foot of the hill stood tall. Brazen.

M.

Hot crow

I’m hoping that’s not a less-than-kosher saying in other parts of the world, I simply combined two things that I took notice to today; the heat and a crow. Though I can’t show you a picture of the heat, I’ve attached Ms. Crow. ┬áIt got up to 35’c here at one point today – for those who shiver when they think of Labrador, the joke’s on you lol.

Enjoy the pics. Be back later.

M.