alone amongst a murder

[Simon F.M.]

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BIOGRAPHY

"Carl Sandburg, interesting choice" the before unknown audience member would say as she finally revealed herself, watching the three-eyed crow with interest, not that she could truly identify its blurry shape. "The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on," she would say lightly, ignoring the twinge in her side, the tiredness that twinged at the edge of her mind. Squinted eyes took in the hoard that rested upon the branches, head tilted as if deep in thoughts.

"Why do you haunt those branches, murder? Is there something you search for?" she asked, as her tail slowly flicked behind her. The one who spoke, perhaps the leader, perhaps sentient or merely echoing something heard in passing, as corvids could at times do, unaware of the impacts their words could have.