How Bizarre

Write Club Prompt #83

The crow’s were caw but one sounded very different. It was a deep and guttural caw. I looked up and listened trying to find the source. Numerous crows could be heard that morning but the odd bird would only caw when I wasn’t looking. I was about to give up when I heard it again. That deep guttural caw. It was directly about me. Maybe fifty feet up was a giant crow gliding. It gave one more caw and a with a flap of it’s wings it was off. Heading north.

Ages ago this encounter could have sparked a legend. The giant crow with the deep caw. Spotted in these parts during late winter. It was harbinger of the new season and trials. Or prehaps it brought good luck and an early spring. No matter. It’s just a bird now. And its passing goes unnoticed.