Sometimes I wonder exactly where they fly.  What home in what tree and what they feel when they watch the sunset from so high up.  Do they chase the warmth too?  Do they sigh when the last flame of light is blown out by the distant mountains?  Do they feel the night closing in? The Crow Flying Into the Sunset (via Tyler Knott Flickr)

Sometimes I wonder exactly where they fly.  What home in what tree and what they feel when they watch the sunset from so high up.  Do they chase the warmth too?  Do they sigh when the last flame of light is blown out by the distant mountains?  Do they feel the night closing in?

The Crow Flying Into the Sunset (via Tyler Knott Flickr)