This past week, I've seen so many dead trees. On every road, round every bend.
The majestic badam tree next door clung valiantly on to the earth for a day, leaning precariously over the street below, before it was felled yesterday.
And now the crows have nowhere to go.
They sit at the corner of my window, in the pouring rain, with their heads firmly tucked into their feathers, waiting for the storm to die down.
There must be so many more like them.
3 comments:
The sight of dead trees make me sad. So very sad. And you put it so well, like always :)
Yes their are mannny just like the crows! They have indeed lost their valiant shelters. :( Well written. :)
Many crows died you know.
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