It is known as the meadow of crows.

What people don't know, is very long ago a young girl became lost on a frigidly cold night.

The ice storm blew in without warning.

The girl set out that very morning.

She was never found.

Search parties were sent out searching and shouting for the lost girl.

On the ground only the basket she carried was found.

The theory is the storm caught her by surprise and the icy temperatures lead to her demise.

Many years later those that venture out in the meadow, claim they see a black haired skeleton girl lurking in the trees.

The crows caw as if to appease her lost soul trapped in the meadow among the trees.

She wanders there for a eternity longing to be set free.

The little skeleton girls story was never told, her body never found.

On very windy nights you can faintly hear her sorrow filled cries. "I'm here!"

When they get closer or catch a glimpse she disappears.

Perhaps her soul can't move on until her body is found.

Somewhere in the meadow buried deep in the ground her story can be found.

Do the crows guard her body that's stayed hidden away for years?

Or are they too dead, following the bones they pecked clean.

The little skeleton girl Forlornly roams.

The crows fill the meadow trees, their harsh cries carry in the night.

Is it perhaps to beckon help or give fright?

  It would seem her story shall continue
to be a tragic mystery.

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