On Crow's Black Wing Flies Death

It's not like we asked for the job. Who would want such a thing? But it is something that must be done, and it does give us a certain status among other spiritual beings tasked with taking on a physical form to do a job here in the world. It's not so bad really, but the emotional toll can be great at times. Even an immortal being has feelings, especially when dealing with one of the more likable mortals. I personally hate when I get a job that involves human kids, or dogs, yes, dogs especially, of any age. Some adult humans tug more upon the heart strings than others. The work isn't difficult, we are built to do it, so flying down in our crow form and taking the soul of the dying from their physical body isn't such a hard task, but the emotions of the moment go with the soul, so there is a certain amount of visera, spritually speaking, that sticks to the black feathers of our phyical forms. I guess that is why the blackness of our crow feathers often shine with rainbow colors. Souls are passed to the next life, or the end of existence and the cycle of life continues.

Still, its much more pleasant, for me anyway, I can't speak for all crows, when I am able to pass the time delivering shiny things to humans that feed us, or conversing with dogs in the park as they play and run and bark. Watching tiny human children learn to walk, or play, or talk is also preferable to the job. Still. It must be done, so do it we do.