Descriptive Essay On A Crow

The crow

It was a common day, like every one i lived, breakfast, go to my boring job at the centre,trip in the subway, hear my boss insulting me in my face, whatever. But the problem was not in the day, i was in bed watching tv when suddenly all the lights turned off, I did not get scared, a blackout was normal, especially in winter when animals like mouses or birds search for heat. The supernatural situation came later, i get asleep, and approximately at 3:15am i heard a sound, it was like the sound that my face did when the other kids punched me, i also heard a shriek like the one my mother made when she went to the basement with my dad, it was like a painful shriek. It was all dark, i can not saw nothing, i opened my curtain because from there the sound came, and it was a crow, a crow that crashed with the window, that twist his neck broke his head and leaved a blood puddle in my window, first i get scared, a lot, but then the only feeling i had was disgust, disgust to know that i had to clean it all and grab the dead body of the crow. I go to the laundry room to bring some gloves and a rag to clean it all, when i was returning i thought why did that just happened, and convinced myself that he was searching for a warm place to stay at night. I came back to my bedroom and approach the rag to the window with the blood puddle, i cleaned it, and notice that the crow let the window crashed, it let a mark, but a mark i had seen before, i didn`t know how, i didn`t know why, but