As I did feed black birds in the beginning of the past winter
I saw you could not fly
I tried to feed you too
to help you to survive over the winter
but then you disappeared
I did not know where you went
but now after this winter I know your fate
you were eaten by a hawk
as it was told by other people
who also followed you during the winter
so that was your fate, eaten by the strongest one
you poor little crow did not survive.
