A Crow That Spreads Thier Wings, Must Fly

rhyme

I hop along the ground, hoping to take flight. I haven't flown ever. All of the other birds and crows have, because they had parents. There were three birds that always bullied me. Rhyme Rythim and Beat. Rhyme hopped up to me and did the normal amount of pecking and clawing. "Ha! Bet no one will say you're pretty!" He taunted. The only reason he did all of this was because I was pretty. Grandfather talon told me that rhyme couldn't take in how beautiful your feathers are and how they shine under the moon, he was close by at the time and hopped over. " go on! Shoo!" He cawed loudly at him opening up his wings. They flew away. Talon looked at the arrangement of my feathers and me on the ground. I felt like nothing. I was torn up and had little separations were the birds tore my feathers out. I looked like a raggedy old beconers bird. One that would live with a witch. "Luna," "yes?" "Why do you let these birds do this to you? You're feathers, half of them are gone a-" he was cut off by the big vulture that swooped in. "Marrow!" I cawed in joy! This was my favorite bird. I climbed on his back and he flapped his wings a bit. Grandfather talon was gone marrows ugly face turned to me. "Want to fly??" He asked. I nodded fast. We. Took of from the forest floor and off we were, in the sky.