Crow
Its feathers
sleek and flowing
Black ink dripped across its body
Coarse yet delicate to the touch
with mighty talons resting in the soil
and its stained beak
a deadly weapon
Stone still
only moving to glance at the world
staring into its future
in the endless blue heavens
Suspended in the thick air
a fresh breeze ruffling its cloak
and shuffling the tree tops
and ringing soft chimes
sleek and flowing
Black ink dripped across its body
Coarse yet delicate to the touch
with mighty talons resting in the soil
and its stained beak
a deadly weapon
Stone still
only moving to glance at the world
staring into its future
in the endless blue heavens
Suspended in the thick air
a fresh breeze ruffling its cloak
and shuffling the tree tops
and ringing soft chimes