a muster of crows
roosting on the water tower --
storytelling time
A muster of black crows have been flocking every evening to the biggest tree in town, the blue water tower. Dozens of intelligent corvids line up along the circular railing like voyagers on a ship, waiting for the sun to set so the storytelling can begin. Perhaps it will be a murder mystery, since these scavengers are keen on anything to do with dead bodies. And what would we do without them to clean up our road kill?
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