In a nonchalant manner, the black crow hovers over the cusps of the city. It is looking for prey, looking for something to indulge; desperation fills the crow’s motives. I watch from a nearby distance as the wretched bird comes squawking, frantically trying to infiltrate its devious ways on the innocent but vulnerable city.

I witness these shell-shocking events and wonder where this foreign bird has come from. Its ways are unconvincing and despite the façade of brilliant feathers encompassing the bird, its true deception is eminent and apparent.