THE WATCHER
WOW: Crow. The boys don't usually have an audience for their salt and burns. But tonight someone's watching.
Outsider POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and that just proves that life isn't fair.
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Moonlight shimmers over his iridescent back like water over onyx;
and he watches.
As he's done his entire life.
In the twisted carcass of an ancient yew, he sits;
and watches over the cemetary.
Tiny, glimmering eyes; black as beetles.
He watches.
But tonight is different.
Tonight, two men came and opened the earth. They dropped a spark into the ground, then smiled as flames reared up to meet them.
Acrid smoke tainted the air.
And then they left.
He didn't like them;
he still doesn't like them.
The crow quietly preens stinking ash out of his plumage;
and he watches.
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