Black flock croaking,

screeching noise sharpening the air,

wings embracing another soul.

Heart pounding fast,

Anxiety and terror in the eyes…

Blood.

Don’t be afraid to vanish,

gently moving like grey ashes…

Undertaker.

Don’t try to fight,

claws and beaks overwhelming…

Crow.

Can’t imagine anything worse,

Birds feasting on your corpse…

Death.

Stefano Longagnani 5G