The Wake

I woke up from early morning hunting.

I got up and heard the crows, and from the window of the bathroom upstairs I saw the crows, and they were coming in from all directions, and calling out loud, and more coming in,

I decided to go out and see.

Of course they all flew up, and then 2 bussards flew up as well.

I walked in the grass, not knowing what I would find, and then I saw the dead crow.

And then I touched her, and she was still warm.

As i walked back to the road I saw blood drops on a leaf, and then on the grasses and then I realised this "f" hunter must have shot her, and she made it back to were they sleep at night and died there;

 

It was a wake, the gathering of the crows.

 

I felt sooooo sad, thinking that there are humans not worth being called human.

A wastefull specie!

 

Done