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The Crow’s Eye

The man had a good life in his house in the woods

Never to worry

Never to grief

Perfectly content

 

him and his family worked together

They built the barn

The house

All handmade

 

The man was curious about one thing

Every day

Always the same

Unceasing

 

A crow in the tallest tree was watching

Its gaze steady

Never moving

Always staring

 

It did not matter if it was night or day

The crow remained

Eyes glinting

In silent malice

Curious, the man investigated the tree

There was no nest

No food

No tracks

 

The man grew annoyed, and thought it was bad luck

He began planning

Set traps

Made bait

 

His family was exited for a crow dinner

But it stayed

Watched

Waited

 

As the man’s fervor and desperation grew

His family worried

Helped

Watched

 

Until one day, he grabbed his gun

Took aim

The crow watched

He fired

 

A hit! The crow fell from the tree, limp

He ran

Tripped

Rushed, triumphant

 

He reached the crow, where it landed

But what he saw

There was nothing

But one thing

 

One black feather was all that remained on the ground

No crow

No blood

No remains

 

The man, confused looked back at the tree, and stared

The crow was there

Watching

Waiting

 

The man was furious, his family was frightened

He stormed

Fumed

Screamed

 

His family tried to calm him down, but then he snapped

A knife

A thud

A cry

 

The man looked at his hands, and wondered what he had done

No more dinner

Weeks of work

The crow

 

The man grabbed his axe, and ran to the tree

He swung

And swung

And cut it down

 

But as it fell, the crow with it, he looked back at his home once more.

There was no knife

There was no body

There was no blood

 

The man did not understand. He was confused.

Where were they?

Where was he?

He no longer knew.

 

And as the crow flew down and landed on the man’s shoulder.

The man realized

He stood alone

In the nothing

 

There was never anyone else in these woods

A delusion

A wish

A dream.

 

As the man collapsed on the forest floor, crying

The crow watched

Blinked

And turned.

 

As the crow flew, the man cursed it, and it looked back

It’s eye glinting

Watching

Cursing

 

And the man knew no more.

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