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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