Corbie

“the crow, the corbie, le corbeau, moi! How me? Eh? Eh? Eh? Voice like a choked laugh. Ragbag o’ a burd in ma black duds, a’ angles and elbows and broken oxter feathers, black beady een in ma executioner’s hood. No braw, but Ah think Ah ha’e a sort of black glamour.’”

 from “Mary Queen of Scots Got Her Head Chopped Off” by Liz Lochhead

Hello.
Goodbye.
Corbie~