Lady Crow visits and shivers
Smelling of oil and spilled road salt, Lady Crow takes a short rest on the barren tree that grows along the shoreline. She shakes and preens. She puffs and combs her feathers. She looks to the white sky and sighs; it is a cold day and the promise of spring flickers only slightly on the horizon. It will be colder before it is warm again.
With a stretch of her wings she floats away from the winter wind by becoming part of it.
Pearls of snow flutter down from her perch, their journey a short-lived legacy of her visit. They sparkle as they fall.
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