[ FF ] Write a scene with crows flying above a dead animal within 100 words

The sun was high in the sky. There was no rain which normally fell from the skies in England. The clouds offered no shelter. 
 
 The landscape was scorched. The invaders had burnt all in their path, and left no water. I passed the burnt bodies of cattle trying to flee the flames. 
 
 I fell to my knees and scrabbled in the dirt with my blistering fingers, hoping to find some kind of liquid under the soil. There was none. 
 
 I looked to the sky. Crows flew above me, circling lazily, waiting for me to go so that they could feast on the carcasses. Or maybe they were waiting for me to die, so that they could feast on me. 
 
 There was n't much to feast on now.
