Crows
She left cookies out for them, and they brought her
shiny things.
People annoyed her. She preferred the company of the
crows.
She left her doors and windows open, and the crows
came and went like Family.
Eventually, she withdrew into herself, depressed.
“My family is gone” she told the crows perched around
her. “Why the hell am I still here?”
The day she decided to drive her car off the bridge,
she left cookies out for the crows, but then couldn’t find her keys.
She never thought of looking up in the tree, where the
crows had taken them.
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