It was a cold day

I stepped off my porch

and into the woods

walking through the foliage

step

by step

by step

I saw a black crow

next to a dead songbird

ripping out its feathers

one

by one

by one

Nothing awaited me

so I sat and watched

as it ripped out feathers

another one

by another one

by another one

The crow finally looked at me

Its eyes appeared older than eternity

I nodded in understanding

As time passed by us like the breeze

Tick

tick

tick

The crow grabbed its meal

and flew away, leaving nothing but feathers

It left me alone

Probably returning to its home

and so I walked back to mine

Step

by step

by step