The Crow

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Curiously, I walked toward the sound.
I turned the corner into the sunlit atrium.
A crow.
A crow was trapped inside,
futilely beating against the
hard clear glass.
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As I move closer, I see the crow's fear.
It watches me warily as it continues to
beat against the cold window.
It's glossy black feathers have
a hint of blue that flashes every time
it launches itself against the glass.
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I offer my help silently.
It is not excepted.
I shrug my shoulders indifferently
and turn away.
I climb the stairs with the sound
of the crow behind me.
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