Potty Mouth

I approached him too quickly. Given a little time, crows tend to be forgiving of my voyeurism. I was too  excited. Seeing him roadside, all slick and shining in the midday sun, he was too beautiful to resist. I grabbed my camera and charged out of the car. 
Had I contained my ardor, he probably would have allowed me closer. Instead, my proximity elicited an entire convergence of dirty words from the feathered fella. Loud and unmistakably annoyed with me, he lectured me on my manners. 

Mayberry Fine Art
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