The Caw of Crows

Sometimes they would group together in one spot and caw. Other times they would spread themselves in other locations, but at all times, they were persistent in claiming a spot to caw. The weather was no deterrent. The change of day and season was of little importance. The Blue Spirit would come from time to time and chase them away, but they always return. They are a dangerous and menacing lot. Furiousness is their nature. They hawk a destructive but lucrative dads of penny balloons, bones, and boulders. The conscious of the delegation is nonexistent. I grow weary from the sight of them.