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Two crows perched close together on a sagging wire watched the gray sky with a quiet, steady companionship, their black feathers absorbing the muted light as if to warm each other against the chill; they shifted occasionally, a shared rustle of wings and practiced balance, exchanging a brief, hushed caw that meant little and everything, as if the sameness of the overcast day made their presence more important—two shapes against the low cloud, witnesses to weather and time, companionable and unhurried.
Two crows perched close together on a sagging wire watched the gray sky with a quiet, steady companionship, their black feathers absorbing the muted light as if to warm each other against the chill; they shifted occasionally, a shared rustle of wings and practiced balance, exchanging a brief, hushed caw that meant little and everything, as if the sameness of the overcast day made their presence more important—two shapes against the low cloud, witnesses to weather and time, companionable and unhurried.