Blood Crow

I see crows every morning on my bike commute. One day one hopped out in front of me — beak and head flecked with blood, completely unbothered. He disappeared into the bushes like he had somewhere to be. I've been thinking about that crow ever since. Crows always find a way. I respect that.

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