chanticleer · rock-a-doodle · elvis presley · charismatic · rock and roll · magical crow · farm setting · romantic · brave · don bluth
The farm sleeps under a moon the color of old silver, an anniversary quiet settling over the roosts and coops. I stop at the edge of the cornfield, my feathers prickling. Something is wrong here—a rustle that doesn't belong to the wind. An old fear stirs, but I remember the weight of a sunrise on my shoulders. I step forward, my shadow cutting through the gloom, and listen.