Dark and mysterious looking, it flew into my vision in a strange curvature. Much like a knight warring on his own against an army, it tore through the air with ferociousness and grace. It flew in a strange curvature, gliding, allowing the natural thurst created by its previous effort to push it forward in blunt defiance. With a calculated move it slowed down, simultaneously changing its angle smoothly, cruel ambition radiating through its existence. In a fraction of a second, it split into two, one part smaller than the other, the larger angling away with newfound acceleration. For an instant i lost track of the smaller chunk, focusing on the larger object quickly finding its way to a place beyond my line of vision.
And then it hit me. Almost. I felt. It seized my heart, like an invisible hand, appearing from nowhere. It split into shreds, much like a shotgun shell. My windshield took it bravely. Surviving. Protecting me. From the deadly, noxious, toxic substance we normally know as crow poop. Its liquified remnants slid down the windshield as i sighed in relief. Another day lived, another battle won.