Black feathers lay upon a sleek body.
Wings stretch out, inviting the warmth of the sun.
Fly away.
A breeze blows past and taunts the creature.
It stands on a thin branch, and- with the slightest movement-
It is in the air.
Fly away.
It flaps its wings.
A caw echoes through the land.
And as the time slows and each second ticks painfully by,
The crow disappears across the horizon.
Fly away.
