The
sooty wings of the Crow fluttered and overshadowed the meekness of the baby
Cuckoos, who wailed and clung to the softened skin of their mother’s in their
nest.
The
crow may have been a second banana to the falcon, but to the cuckoos , he was humongous and gargantuan.
One
tiny drop of helpless tear had to fall from their mother’s eyes , it had that infinite potential , that all
the cherubs screeched out loud in one echoed and deafening sound and ----------------------------that
was enough of an arresting signal to the Crow , that soar as he might
formidably in the skies, he would never again dare fly over a Cuckoo’s Nest.
