Black Wings

The first appears, then another. Soon the creatures are gathering; forming an indecipherable mass as each blends into the next. The assembly grows as evening deepens. They believe the shadow of late dusk masks their movement, but their eyes give them away – wet, shining, filled with hatred and unshed rage. One breaks from the pack, just one. It thinks itself brave as it postures for the others; foolish is a far more apt term. We stand at the ready, waiting for the melee to begin. As the first rock is hurled, the murder descends.

∼ Nina D’Arcangela

© Copyright Nina D’Arcangela. All Rights Reserved.

6 thoughts on “Black Wings

    1. Thank you, Marge!! The piece wasn’t written as political observation, but I suppose it fits – which is rather unfortunate. It’s actually a flash piece about a murder of crows attacking obnoxious, privileged teenagers who don’t understand boundaries or common decency with the simplest of things…nature. Many thanks once again, my dear inky one! ❤ 😀

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