She’s not an old crow...
“it was a winged creature: if bird,... it was naked, and neither quill nor feather did it bear, and its vast pinions were as webs of hide between horned fingers; and it stank.
A creature of an older world maybe it was, whose kind, lingering in forgotten mountains cold beneath the moon, outstayed their day, and in hideous eyrie bred this last untimely brood, apt to evil.”
Now THAT is not only beautiful, but accurate re who/what caww is. :-)