It looked at me in the most curious of ways and flutter off leaving the only answer back to be Caw. A crow’s hello. As I sat upon a park bench ready to eat the noon day’s meal, I thought back to the crow and curious look. He seemed not to know me but I had known him. Although there are many a crow in the world, he was unlike the rest. For is beak was bent and upon his brow a fro. But the crow no longer looked the way he did today as he did back then, he had changed and so perhaps he moved on. Leaving me to my wondering ways he found his love and I lost my friend, for never more shall I say hello to the crow.