The crow that stayed One evening, I noticed a crow sitting quietly on the backyard wall. Since morning, many crows had been cawing, but it hadn’t bothered me—it felt like the usual rhythm of the day. But this was different. In the evening hush, one crow sat alone, still and untouched, as if wrapped in its own silence. Maybe it had been left out. Maybe it felt lonely. I thought it was resting and would fly away soon. I kept checking, again and again, but it stayed—silent, unmoving. No other crows nearby. No sound. No one to ask what had happened. Its head was lowered, as if listening to something inside itself. Maybe it was sad. Maybe it was tired. Or maybe, in a world full of noise, it felt unheard. Perhaps no one cared to listen to its quiet grief. Or maybe it was nearing the end of its life and simply wanted some peace. Heaven knows what was in its mind. The crow didn’t fly away. It stayed on the wall as the sky darkened and a...
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