this is a neat exercise: oneword.com - StumbleUpon.
first one I did; the word was murder:
Of crows. They flew, no, swooped, crying their caws, down onto the rooftops, through the trees, landing with soft thuds, branches swaying. The grey skies full of crows, black shapes oily bright shimmers, following each other, understood where each was to go, to do… I stood there, watching, hypnotized by the sheer dark magic of their number.
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