crows and geese

the charcoal-colored crow stared at its wing
lightly frosted, like powdered dark chocolate
a soft blanket of ash over once jet black
a marvel of nature abandoned at birth
and taken in by none other
than canadian geese
it flew with the flock
south, as always
it belonged
but the honking and the pecking and the goosery
became too much
its feathers a gradient of dirty snow
it knew it was time. it had long been time
without their notice it took off north
to snowy mountains
dreaming of a murder