"The crow calls the raven black, and you speak of betrayal."

A crow called and they broke apart, as if ordered.

If you wander here, where crows call high in the canopy, the city seems to vanish.

I could hear water trickling, and two crows were calling to each other from the crag.

A crow was calling harshly a short distance away.

He looked into the bright blue sky where crows flapped and called.

A single crow called from the edge of the road.

The crow called, a breeze rattled the bare branches above her and then the scream split the night.

The crows were still calling, but farther off, their cries thin and desperate, like those of lost souls.

A crow called once, far away, and his cry drifted through the sunset like a single cinder.