“Holy crow!” the exclamation was loud and long for all to hear.
He sat looking at the broken glass on the floor just tankful that his little girl had not slipped and fallen into that mess. What’s a little broken glass to sweep away?She was not physically hurt. Her tomorrows would no doubt be filled with little accidents more difficult to deal with.
It was a rainy day in the streets of Britain. That combined with Britain’s regularly misty weather made for an eerie day. Though despite the weather, a lone man waited outside, sitting on a bench. Chunks of bread lay uneaten on the pavement at the man’s feet. The rain always scared away the pigeons, however that was not the kind of bird the man was looking for. “You’re late” the man said as a lone crow descended on the growing pile of bread. The crow looked up at the sound of his voice.
Crows are annoying pests. They eat crops a and thus the invention of the scarecrow to scare aways the birds. Crows are not pretty and just casue trouble. I am not sure why God dreated crows. I see no good things about them but they say he has a reason for every thing he does. So I guess if God made crows for a purpose we should just accept them. As many things in life that we do not like we must live with the good and the bad.
Black wings in the cold, faulty seer trying to see. Thinking of ending this life long curse. By dropping the lust to the ground. Somewhere there is help, somewhere there is salvation.
A bird, a huge, black crow flew over the car as she climbed into the passenger’s seat. For a brief second, fear seized her heart. Crows were omens of darkness and bad luck in literature. Always. Black birds meant death.
She dismissed her terrors with an uncomfortable shake of her head. It was just her wild imagination, late night, and piles of lit homework sneaking up on her. She was being ridiculous.
“Ready to go?” her brother said from the driver’s seat.
“All set,” she answered, and started to buckle up as he pulled out of the driveway.
The black crow is a persasive element in stories. It’s often a harbringer of doom or some kind of drama. I’ve never seen anything positive related to crows in stories, really.
Eat crow. He crowed about it. Those are two quotes I can think of. Hmm. Interesting website, I think its cool.
the crow flew high above the dark tree tops and spent an awful amount of time watching a boy look at a girl from a far of distant and this was in a time of war and despair and it was very sad.
Crows are really really ugly, I dont like them. When I was little one pecked me on the top of my head. It wasnt fun… One day I was walking and I saw a crow on the side of the road just sitting, so I thought whatever but then he pecked me… -_-
Others see the crow as a bird of death, of ill luck. But I am one of the lucky ones. The crow is luck to me. When I see it flying or sitting on the side I know that my day is about to be better, or at the very least more interesting. Who knows what that trickster has in store for me.
The crow sat on the edge of the fence, the storm brewing behind it as the man looked out the window. It ominous presence foreboding the upcoming danger.
The crow stopped on top of a utility pole, and looked down at me. He was sure he had won, that I had no strength left, but he was wrong. I was only inches away from my burrow. I would live to see another day.
its a black bird and i’ts a name of a very cool movie in which a guy gets killed and his girl gets killed and he comes back to life to fight satan… I think
The crow wakes me up in the morning on my way to work. it draw me out of the haze of staying up too late at night drinking, and hating yourself in the morning. It grabs me by my collar with its caw. It’s an aggressive crow. I fucking hate birds.
She was walking through the gray woods when she looked up into the trees, and there sat a big black crow looking down at her. She gazed at him and she knew, knew that her life would never be the same again.
Black shadows circled around the child. He sniffled once and rubbed at his eyes not caring that they were getting bigger. Why should he care? He was lost and alone in the wilderness. If the only company he had was birds then why shouldn’t he welcome then? The boy lifted his head up to watch the ebony birds and closed his eyes.
There he was, again. It had been over a week and it was starting to really creep Everett out.
The crow, was standing on the line right across from his window. He wouldn’t croak, he would just stare at Everett, morning and night. Everett actually wondered if he actually ate anything at all. If he was a superstitious man, he would wonder what was in store for him…
crows are mean birds that want to steal your food out of your garden. they are big black birds that make a loud noise all day long. there is always two together looking out for one another and they have big scary eyes.
i think crows are beautifully black and though they make alot of noise they are very very very smart because they are super aware of their surroundings and they keep and eye out for everything.
Also, they eat cheese which is like the coolest thing ever. :D
annnnddd. umm i guess they’re better than most birds because they are very commonly found in india so they kind of become a part of your life without you even knowing that they are a part of your life :P
he sat on the fence, his eyes unblinking. It was as if he was looking into my soul. Suddenly, the sky darkened and a unsettling quiet covered the house like a thick wool blanket.
The crow sat on the high wires, and looked down below.
A woman trailing behind her husband with a crying baby in her arms.
A ice-cream wallah shouting his fares.
Two teenagers walking hand in hand.
An old man carrying a Hilsa fish.
One brown and two black mongrels fighting among each other.
A smart looking guy wearing dark shades and boots shuffling through his i-phone.
A little mouse coming out of the manhole lid.
black, scary and big. It loves jewelry and has black eyes. I think of scary things for some reason when I see crows, although they are intelligent creatures.
The drab, shabby, neglected cousin of the elegant and refined Raven. Harbinger of doom and overlooked, yet oddly prevalent in old wive’s tales and oft-repeated adages. Follow the crow’s path and the way is clear.
I watched the street with black waves calling
The mid-day sun abroad and burning
A crow alighted to the scorching turf
And slowly turned to see the earth
The land was all but black and white
And then the crow flew into the night
feathers shuffled as wings fluttered slightly in their normal pattern. Shining black, sultry almost in their own manner. the crow, eyes twinkling, shook out his feathers, turned his head to look at me through just one, and with a decided gesture, shrugged.
Deep set stone steps flicker with the light
Of swaying tree branches and city swept
Leaves.
Brown and red, sticking in crannies and gutters and
Slick from the morning mist, these autumn fingers and hands
Find their grip against closed shop doors.
Those little scratching feet leave their mark
Like animal-shaped shadows
As their voices lift and shriek into the air.
Crow is a bird not native to Western Australia. It’s actually Raven’s that are the prominent species. I think this is best for all to know this fact, although Ido like correcting people!
“Holy crow!” the exclamation was loud and long for all to hear.
He sat looking at the broken glass on the floor just tankful that his little girl had not slipped and fallen into that mess. What’s a little broken glass to sweep away?She was not physically hurt. Her tomorrows would no doubt be filled with little accidents more difficult to deal with.
a crow is a big black bird that live in a farm it can fly too
A crow. What’s a crow I never heard of it before so I don’t know what it means.
crows are masterious birds
It was a rainy day in the streets of Britain. That combined with Britain’s regularly misty weather made for an eerie day. Though despite the weather, a lone man waited outside, sitting on a bench. Chunks of bread lay uneaten on the pavement at the man’s feet. The rain always scared away the pigeons, however that was not the kind of bird the man was looking for. “You’re late” the man said as a lone crow descended on the growing pile of bread. The crow looked up at the sound of his voice.
Crows are annoying pests. They eat crops a and thus the invention of the scarecrow to scare aways the birds. Crows are not pretty and just casue trouble. I am not sure why God dreated crows. I see no good things about them but they say he has a reason for every thing he does. So I guess if God made crows for a purpose we should just accept them. As many things in life that we do not like we must live with the good and the bad.
Black wings in the cold, faulty seer trying to see. Thinking of ending this life long curse. By dropping the lust to the ground. Somewhere there is help, somewhere there is salvation.
A bird, a huge, black crow flew over the car as she climbed into the passenger’s seat. For a brief second, fear seized her heart. Crows were omens of darkness and bad luck in literature. Always. Black birds meant death.
She dismissed her terrors with an uncomfortable shake of her head. It was just her wild imagination, late night, and piles of lit homework sneaking up on her. She was being ridiculous.
“Ready to go?” her brother said from the driver’s seat.
“All set,” she answered, and started to buckle up as he pulled out of the driveway.
He never saw the van pulling out behind him.
and its all dark again
and im crying, crying, crying
and i call my father on the phone
and he brings me home
and the crow on my windowsill
flies
away
The black crow is a persasive element in stories. It’s often a harbringer of doom or some kind of drama. I’ve never seen anything positive related to crows in stories, really.
Eat crow. He crowed about it. Those are two quotes I can think of. Hmm. Interesting website, I think its cool.
the crow flew high above the dark tree tops and spent an awful amount of time watching a boy look at a girl from a far of distant and this was in a time of war and despair and it was very sad.
The black crow foretold of a nice thing happening today….I often keep an eye out for them, as they seems to be telling me something. Auspicious.
crouching pitch black on the
roof, its shining eyes moving
only slightly to the left
when the grass moved.
silver black shimmering, a velveteen sheen beneath the clouds this morning and a piercing shriek to mark its territory
Crows are really really ugly, I dont like them. When I was little one pecked me on the top of my head. It wasnt fun… One day I was walking and I saw a crow on the side of the road just sitting, so I thought whatever but then he pecked me… -_-
Others see the crow as a bird of death, of ill luck. But I am one of the lucky ones. The crow is luck to me. When I see it flying or sitting on the side I know that my day is about to be better, or at the very least more interesting. Who knows what that trickster has in store for me.
The crow sat on the edge of the fence, the storm brewing behind it as the man looked out the window. It ominous presence foreboding the upcoming danger.
The crow stopped on top of a utility pole, and looked down at me. He was sure he had won, that I had no strength left, but he was wrong. I was only inches away from my burrow. I would live to see another day.
its a black bird and i’ts a name of a very cool movie in which a guy gets killed and his girl gets killed and he comes back to life to fight satan… I think
Crow. Crowbar. Barter. Terminator. Arnold Schwarzenegger. HULK. Green. Tree. Branch. Crow.
The crow wakes me up in the morning on my way to work. it draw me out of the haze of staying up too late at night drinking, and hating yourself in the morning. It grabs me by my collar with its caw. It’s an aggressive crow. I fucking hate birds.
She was walking through the gray woods when she looked up into the trees, and there sat a big black crow looking down at her. She gazed at him and she knew, knew that her life would never be the same again.
The lights go down
On the city streets
Below
I, the crow,
Start my sweep of the neighbourhood
Looking for trails of the trials of human kind
And knowing that they are mine.
Crow. Cuervo. urraca . raven.
Black shadows circled around the child. He sniffled once and rubbed at his eyes not caring that they were getting bigger. Why should he care? He was lost and alone in the wilderness. If the only company he had was birds then why shouldn’t he welcome then? The boy lifted his head up to watch the ebony birds and closed his eyes.
black with the night walking together they grow in intensity
flying in the combination of all color
There he was, again. It had been over a week and it was starting to really creep Everett out.
The crow, was standing on the line right across from his window. He wouldn’t croak, he would just stare at Everett, morning and night. Everett actually wondered if he actually ate anything at all. If he was a superstitious man, he would wonder what was in store for him…
crows are mean birds that want to steal your food out of your garden. they are big black birds that make a loud noise all day long. there is always two together looking out for one another and they have big scary eyes.
i think crows are beautifully black and though they make alot of noise they are very very very smart because they are super aware of their surroundings and they keep and eye out for everything.
Also, they eat cheese which is like the coolest thing ever. :D
annnnddd. umm i guess they’re better than most birds because they are very commonly found in india so they kind of become a part of your life without you even knowing that they are a part of your life :P
he sat on the fence, his eyes unblinking. It was as if he was looking into my soul. Suddenly, the sky darkened and a unsettling quiet covered the house like a thick wool blanket.
The crow was staring down at me. It wanted my sandwich. It swooped down with extended wings and grabbed it from my grasping fingers. it had got lunch.
The crow sat on the high wires, and looked down below.
A woman trailing behind her husband with a crying baby in her arms.
A ice-cream wallah shouting his fares.
Two teenagers walking hand in hand.
An old man carrying a Hilsa fish.
One brown and two black mongrels fighting among each other.
A smart looking guy wearing dark shades and boots shuffling through his i-phone.
A little mouse coming out of the manhole lid.
And then the crow swooped down all of a sudden.
I used to wish to soar in the skies like a crow – free of troubles. But now, she is my escape. And I’m happy this way.
black, scary and big. It loves jewelry and has black eyes. I think of scary things for some reason when I see crows, although they are intelligent creatures.
The drab, shabby, neglected cousin of the elegant and refined Raven. Harbinger of doom and overlooked, yet oddly prevalent in old wive’s tales and oft-repeated adages. Follow the crow’s path and the way is clear.
a crow is a big, black bird that makes a loud screeching noise. He is often seen as satan. In the same family along with magpies.
I watched the street with black waves calling
The mid-day sun abroad and burning
A crow alighted to the scorching turf
And slowly turned to see the earth
The land was all but black and white
And then the crow flew into the night
Holy crow! What is that? WHAT is that?! Oh, that? That’s nothing. Bull, that’s not nothing! Sure it is, nothing at all. That’s a pretty big nothing.
feathers shuffled as wings fluttered slightly in their normal pattern. Shining black, sultry almost in their own manner. the crow, eyes twinkling, shook out his feathers, turned his head to look at me through just one, and with a decided gesture, shrugged.
Deep set stone steps flicker with the light
Of swaying tree branches and city swept
Leaves.
Brown and red, sticking in crannies and gutters and
Slick from the morning mist, these autumn fingers and hands
Find their grip against closed shop doors.
Those little scratching feet leave their mark
Like animal-shaped shadows
As their voices lift and shriek into the air.
Crow is a bird not native to Western Australia. It’s actually Raven’s that are the prominent species. I think this is best for all to know this fact, although Ido like correcting people!