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In the early hours of the morn,

after a sleepless insomniac's night,

I peered outside my window,

And was amused at the sight,

There upon a crooked branch,

With reflective coal eyes,

Perched a cold, black crow

Who produced three shrill cries.

I snorted and I waved,

at the deathly looking bird,

But for some reason it looked right at me,

and was not amused at what it heard.

He stretched his shoulders,

and he tensed his knees,

and then he took off into the night,

looking less than pleased.

I don't know what I did,

to upset the irritable flyer,

so I put it to the back of my mind,

and went to don my ecclesiastical attire.

But suddenly from behind,

I detected faint fluttering feathers,

and as I whirled around,

the image I saw...I will take with me forever.

Menacing sharp talons angry and sharp,

followed by a sickly mangled body,

came rushing full force

and crashed into the window.

I took a few hesitant steps back and tumbled over something, unable to get up, just squirming backwards away from the window and the horribly distraught creature that was now backing up and banging on the glass window and for a second I was certain I was safe, but that naive illusion was shattered along with the glass and all I remember was a bloodied black mass staggering through the opening and tumbling on the floor, and I felt that I should help it, so I hesitantly crawled over to him, and laid an apparently unwelcome hand on its wing and the fowl thing, perfectly fine, but drenched in already drying blood and smelling like crisp cinnamon with a pungent after-taste-smell, stretched its dripping wings and leaped up onto my stomach, knocking me over in the process, claws tearing into my skin, like tiny tri-tipped butcher-knife pricks, and it wobbled closer and closer up my chest, getting dangerously near to my face, and as it began to lean down, I saw a glimmer in its seemingly merciless obsidian eyes, and retracted my head as far into the itchy tan carpet as I could, and dug my face away from the bird, but that didn't stop the thing now, and I was certain I was going to die, for no normal bird would have done this--and I froze in horror as its sleek beak got close to my ear, because, again, I was sure it was going to try and peck my brains out, but to my utter shock and revulsion and a million other things I cannot name even if I so desperately tried, it drew in a raspy and strained breath, and spoke.

"Salutem, mane."

and I drew in a sharp gasp and threw the....the...thing off of me.

I surveyed the damage,

and was surprised to see none,

not a dust speck out-of-place,

Not even just one.

It's like nothing had happened,

nothing dreadful at all.

I sighed and decided that I fell asleep after a night of none,

and I would have believed it, if it weren't for a caw,

That echoed through the bleak, purple-gray stained skies,

Making my little shread of sanity wobble, if not sever,

And my eyes buldged out,

and my breath drew in,

as I gazed upon in dread,

at a simple token of leave, a

single

black

feather.

Description

In the early hours of the morn,

after a sleepless insomniac's night,

I peered outside my window,

And was amused at the sight,

There upon a crooked branch,

With reflective coal eyes,

Perched a cold, black crow

Who produced three shrill cries.

I snorted and I waved,

at the deathly looking bird,

But for some reason it looked right at me,

and was not amused at what it heard.

He stretched his shoulders,

and he tensed his knees,

and then he took off into the night,

looking less than pleased.

I don't know what I did,

to upset the irritable flyer,

so I put it to the back of my mind,

and went to don my ecclesiastical attire.

But suddenly from behind,

I detected faint fluttering feathers,

and as I whirled around,

the image I saw...I will take with me forever.

Menacing sharp talons angry and sharp,

followed by a sickly mangled body,

came rushing full force

and crashed into the window.

I took a few hesitant steps back and tumbled over something, unable to get up, just squirming backwards away from the window and the horribly distraught creature that was now backing up and banging on the glass window and for a second I was certain I was safe, but that naive illusion was shattered along with the glass and all I remember was a bloodied black mass staggering through the opening and tumbling on the floor, and I felt that I should help it, so I hesitantly crawled over to him, and laid an apparently unwelcome hand on its wing and the fowl thing, perfectly fine, but drenched in already drying blood and smelling like crisp cinnamon with a pungent after-taste-smell, stretched its dripping wings and leaped up onto my stomach, knocking me over in the process, claws tearing into my skin, like tiny tri-tipped butcher-knife pricks, and it wobbled closer and closer up my chest, getting dangerously near to my face, and as it began to lean down, I saw a glimmer in its seemingly merciless obsidian eyes, and retracted my head as far into the itchy tan carpet as I could, and dug my face away from the bird, but that didn't stop the thing now, and I was certain I was going to die, for no normal bird would have done this--and I froze in horror as its sleek beak got close to my ear, because, again, I was sure it was going to try and peck my brains out, but to my utter shock and revulsion and a million other things I cannot name even if I so desperately tried, it drew in a raspy and strained breath, and spoke.

"Salutem, mane."

and I drew in a sharp gasp and threw the....the...thing off of me.

I surveyed the damage,

and was surprised to see none,

not a dust speck out-of-place,

Not even just one.

It's like nothing had happened,

nothing dreadful at all.

I sighed and decided that I fell asleep after a night of none,

and I would have believed it, if it weren't for a caw,

That echoed through the bleak, purple-gray stained skies,

Making my little shread of sanity wobble, if not sever,

And my eyes buldged out,

and my breath drew in,

as I gazed upon in dread,

at a simple token of leave, a

single

black

feather.