Lady Lorena of Main Street Manor

How does one approach the most beautiful woman in the world?
What to say to her?

Do I compliment the perfectly parallel spaces between each tiny tendril of her nares, and the precision in which they rest upon her bill? But certainly she is aware of how lovely they look on her. In fact I just heard some peasant in the crowd whispering about how she keeps a small comb and mirror under her wing and checks and smooths her nares after each rustle and sift through the autumn leaves, each dig in the dirt, each daring tussle with a trespassing neighbor.

Do I remark upon how the feathers of her lores cascade from the ring of her eye to the crease of her bill like a waterfall in an enchanted elfin forest? Or does she already know how each silken thread sparkles in the misty morning light of Main Street?

Should I go right up to her and tell her that she has gemstones for eyes and a silver bill and a velvet cloak of contour feathers that form a shape so enticing that even the thought of being allowed a single caress is enough to make any grown crow weep?

Or is that over the top?

I wouldn't want to embarrass her.

I just want to see her smile. Hear her sing. And give her a peanut.

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Crow featured is Lorena. She's beyond queen. She's an Intergalactic Goddess Beauty Empress, content to make a home for herself here on Earth and would you believe my luck just two blocks away from my apartment.

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