Crow With No Name: Part 3

#Wss366 Nick #MastoPrompt Articulate

At first, I flew toward the voices cawing, “I’m here! This way!” But I soon veered north. Something was cawing to me: a scent, a murmur, a hue. A fascination #articulated through every sense.

Houses and fields sped past below. Once or twice, places where I might find grubs or seeds beckoned me. But the call had become a song that drew me on.

Then I saw it: a swirl of unnamed colors rising from a glade in a copse of nesting trees. The colors brushed motionless autumn leaves, rising into the sky—a scent as alluring as yesterday's trash.

I swooped down, landing on a branch to take in the scene: a girl dancing. With each swing of her arms, stomp of her heel, and swish of her hips and kimono, a shimmering mist arose. She sang, accompanying her dance with a song like evening crickets or morning doves—ancient, yet new as dawn.

“Caw, caw. I’m here,” I called. I really wanted to know what she was doing.

She stopped dancing—face turning—eyes fixed uncomfortably on me. I wanted to tell her, “Don’t be like that. Look away,” but she spoke first. “Did Old #Nick send you?”

“Satan?” I replied. The words sounded harsh in my ears. “I came because you cawed.”

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