Today's OneWord: Crow
On top of the barbed wire fence, a crow missing half of its wing sat perched, waiting for the Baron to arrive at his estate. It could not call out to its neighbor, its voice as dried up as the nearby swamp that used to be the grandiose city lake. The Baron had sucked it all up - for reservoir purposes, ironically - and the county remained in perpetual drought. The saddest part was that the bird was the only creature that awaited the man's presence - no one else desired to see him appear.