With the warm light of the new day becoming brighter. A huge flutter of sound erupted as birds took flight. People watched from below, looking at the beauty, people gathered to see a black, fluttering, shifting cloud. No one notices the small shape that came to a stop. No one noticed how it started to fall like a stone, how it kept falling, how it crashed into a bird below. No one saw, two shapes spiraling down. No one saw two black shapes plummeting to their end. No one saw, as two black birds fell to meet their end. Because every person below was watching the beauty of crows against the rising sun.