Ravencrow

A group of black raven birds flew across the beach sprinkled with white sand. At that time the yellow tinge in the twilight sky was fading blue. A tiring day.

But, the weight through the day was relieved by hearing the sound of the surging waves. And set foot on the cold white sand. After all, on the sidelines of the crashing waves sometimes heard the sound of roaring warplanes flying across the border doing patrol and combat training.

Today, at the edge of the world. In the border region, where the sea is the boundary.

In the corner of the beach, in a quiet residence while enjoying a cup of coffee, today, in the crowd of clouds I see three planes passing jet planes like a group of birds that fly, like Black Raven.

Seeing a raven bird remembered a poem from Edgar Allan Poe entitled The Raven as quoted here : https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1713/the-raven/

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The Raven (Edgar Allan Poe)

Once upon a midnight night, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping — rapping at my chamber door.
"Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more. "

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But the Raven bird has a secret that distinguishes it from the Crow.
But, What the different of The Raven and The Crow?

What do you think?

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This my entry to the contest : The image is made of own imagination and thoughts (competition 70) "we are testing our new community WORLD OF XPILAR" by @xpilar and That Digital art picture above made by @xpilar