Perched in the tree line the watcher waited.
Sometimes it took weeks, others it took days but recently the frequency had increased and the watcher sensed in the air that the time would be coming soon.
The woodland was unusually quiet as the darkness descended.
Occasionally a rabbit or a mouse would make a run for it but the watcher had no interest – there was much bigger game coming their way.
Sure enough, as the clock chimed the hour on the distant town a shadow emerged on the mound.
The shadows steps were slow, his heavy burden reducing his mobility yet the pace remained steady moving ever closer to the watcher.
Arriving at the woodland edge, the dark form moved towards the embankment and tossed the burden down it.
The servant of the night nodded to the watcher, then left, his movements now much more agile as he headed back to the village.
The watcher swooped down and tore at the meat then returned to the branches, a ring from the shredded finger placed carefully in his nest.
The watcher raised his head and let his cry carry out into the night, the woodland came alive, ready to devour their prize.
My response to Sue’s wonderful photo prompt combined with today’s Daily Post challenge. If you want to give Sue’s prompt a go too, head over to Sue’s Page Thursday Photo Prompt – Crow – and join in the prompt. KL ❤