MUTINOUS SHADOW

I watched a crow descend from a palm and alight atop the decaying remains of a dead seagull. It adopted a posture of ownership over its prize with its talons lost amidst the gull's plumage and it's wings spread wide. It's body, roughly the same size as the gull's, was dull black, and so uniform in color that as it commenced feeding it looked as though the seagull's shadow had turned against it in mutiny.