.
The crow shook himself and ruffled his
black feathers. He felt utterly humiliated.
He had quite forgotten his dream.
.
He arranged his feathers and flexed his wings.
It was late in the morning. He was beginning to
feel quite peckish.
As he opened his wings he notice a little vole
just beneath him, searching about in
the short grass between the big, grey stones.
.
Very gently the crow then closed his wings,
and without moving or making the slightest sound,
he allowed the little animal to continue its quest in peace.
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Art and Story by Mirino
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He had quite forgotten his dream
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Erg mooi..kende ik helemaal niet...doet me ook een beetje aan Rackham denken..Thanks..:)
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