Feathers

The man who was also a crow stood on the side of the street and watched the little girl. She was standing alone outside an antique shop, glancing nervously down both sides of the street, feet shifting The man who was also a crow wondered if she had lost her mother. No other passersby noticed her. It would rain soon.

In another time, the man who was also a crow was perched on the branch of a tree growing on the side of a cliff. It was raining and the man who was also a crow could see three men with ropes and picks climbing the rock face. It was slippery but they kept climbing.

Later, the man who was also a crow sat down at his desk. He looked out the window and it started to rain. He wondered if the little girl was dry.