I see you there, eyeing me, wondering how long it would take to raise your bow and pierce me with that arrow. I see you, contemplating, but think of this: For my species, I have an unusual memory and you will rue this day for eternity.
My eyes are keen, my feathers swift, and a twitch of your finger and I’ll be off, out of sight.
Then in the night when you think you are safe in your bed, I’ll come calling. Keep your windows locked, for I am a very strong and clever bird. This my final warning.
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The Bag Lady 
An ominous tone to your flash, creating a raven to watch out for and pay heed to.
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Yup
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Yes! A ‘strong and clever bird’ indeed. This is interesting as metaphor in these difficult times.
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A strong statement…
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I liked this! very well done great little story!
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You are very good at these challenges
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Thanks, E
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