The rain is pouring down, while the wind is raging like a savage. Down the treelined avenue a lost soul walks, seemingly untouched by the fierce weather. The ground is littered with orangeyellow leaves, a memory of what was a beautiful summer. There is no sign of life, except for a lonely crow fighting against the wind. A crow flies listless singing a song of sadness with heavy wings it struggles against the vicious bogles Its dark eyes are hollow the pain it bravely swallow suddenly I am aware a common pain we share and now I comprehend to the weak I must tend to the very end... The piercing rain stings the birds battered wings as it tumbles to the ground into a muddy mound
crow, bogles, orangeyellow, treelined, listless