Thoughts of an Eaten Sun

through the mind of kyle tolle

The Lone Crow

A flock of crows flew under a thunderstorm that raged above.
All but one called out loudly as it flew. That bird had lost its voice.
Each bird swarmed through the group in a haphazard way.
Lightning flared all around. And took out one of the birds.
The rest of them frightened, scattered, and crowed even more loudly.
The lightning struck again and again, each time casting a crow from the sky.
In the end, the only crow still flying was that crow without a voice.
It didn’t boast against the storm, and so was allowed to live.
The meek inherit the earth.