A short Story by: Sadipop

The bird flapped its wings toward the tree. As the wind blew, the bird landed on a branch. “It’s going to be a harsh winter,” said the hawk to the crow. The crow looked surprised and replied, “You’re right, we have barely gathered food in our nests”. As the sun started to fade the hawk flapped away leaving the crow to its thoughts. As the hawk flew south, the crow remembered that as soon as the sun rose again, his flock would too be heading south. To make it on time he would soon have to head home. The crow was tired and cold, so he stayed for a couple of minutes. “Let me rest for a bit then I will head home,” the crow thought. The sky slowly became darker, and the crow shut his eyes, without knowing he slept threw all night missing his flight to the south. As the wind howled, making the leaves rustle against the crow. Coldness blew on his wings, ringing for him to wake up. The crow was cold, as he hardly opened his eyes, to realize that there wasn’t a bird in the sky. “My flock flew without me,” thought the crow. He strengthened up his wings, and launched from the tree to the bright blue sky, trying to see if any bird was left behind. It would be dangerous to fly south by himself, he would need at least one bird to go with him. He flew around all afternoon, to realize not even a duck was left. Was he forgotten? Was he forgotten in this cold, harsh place?  Winter here in Greenland was deadly, soon the crows’ nest would be covered in little sheets of ice making it no home for a crow. “I have to stay here”, whispered crow “Winter can’t be that bad”. He could feel the tiny sheets of ice freezing on his wings. As the crow flew over the yards seeing trees, humans, and pets. He couldn’t help but notice they never left each other, even if it was winter. It was a thing called love the crow thought. Deep into thoughts, he was flapping his wings fast enough not to see a tree. As he hit the tree, he fell to the ground making everything turn black. The crow shook his head and opened his eyes, the place was covered in snow, how long had he slept? He tried to fly but his wings felt damaged, the crow tried once again and came a couple of feet above the ground. He had to find shelter; he started flapping its wings everywhere. It was almost night, and he had to have the sun to keep his wings from freezing. He flew around the backyards, wanting to spot a tree or a sheltered place. The crow was hardly awake, till the crow looked to the house next door and found a birdhouse that was stuck on a window. The crow tiredly flapped its wings barely making it in the birdhouse. The crow shut his eyes resting away from the cold storm. He glanced at the sky, the sun looked like it was hiding within the clouds, the crow knew he couldn’t go anywhere with his broken wing, the crow was sick and cold. He snuggled together to keep away the cold. He looked out the window of the house, seeing a family of four laughing and talking. The whole day he watched the family, clinging to their warmth to keep the cold from sinking into his feathers. The crow liked the family; when the boy human left, they would wait. Then the human boy would come back, he would never leave for good. He still remembers them, he wouldn’t forget them, he truly loved them. The crow thought and decided that the human boy wouldn’t forget him either, the human boy would come back for him too, and the human boy did love the crow too. The crow wasn’t left, he wasn’t forgotten, and now he believed that someone loved him too. The crow sank deeply into his thoughts, it was snowing harshly, as the snow pieces came to the birdhouse, there was no more warmth, the crow couldn’t move his wings, clinging for his last bit of hope. The birdhouse was covered in snow, and the crow couldn’t move anymore. I will wait, he thought. I will wait for them to notice me, and then I will tell them I love them too. His tired eyes fluttered shut as the cold pressed in around him. But as he lay there, still and silent, he knew—he wasn’t forgotten too.