Birds of a Feather

 The Whirligig #385

Prompt words in red.

image by RoxaneLapa
 

Crow

and

Hawk

sit on a stump.

Raven drums his wings

impatiently.

Jay, his head bobbing in time,

shivers in the mist.

In the distance,

the forest pools

a blur,

as morning casts a ghostly shawl

of grey.

In a streak of tawny feathers,

Owl arrives.

The meeting can begin.

 

 

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