It's Only a Crow
My brother rescued a crow once he named him Russell. He kept him in a box in the shed and he fed him. When it was time he let him go. And today while I was playing soccer in a sports hall everyone stopped. A crow had fallen out of the rafters onto the floor. What does one do in such circumstances? Hold their breath? Hold a minute silence? Go quietly back to whatever it was that held importance? We did not know or pretend to know as the crow was scooped up and thrown out the door.