The heart of a crow.

Ink drawing of a dead crow. I find it on the road, just beside the track that dives down into the field. Its heart is lying exposed, staining the tarmac, feathers flat from cars. The vulnerability of the life startles me when I had not expected it. Perhaps it is the heart that bothers me.

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