One crow means bad news.
I saw one watch me from the top of a building.
He cawed and stared right at me.
"I know," I called to him, "I can feel it, something is off."
I turn, trudge up a flight of stairs.
I look up.
The crow sits on the stair rail, not five feet in front of me.
I freeze.
We look at each other.
His jet black feathers blow in the breeze.
He caws.
"You don't have to be so ominous," I mumble and continue on my path.
He was just trying to warn me.
AN: This is a true story. The crows know, man. They just do. I don't know how. This happened yesterday before everything went to hell in a handbasket.
A reason to celebrate.
There are 54 days left in the year. I guess this may cause panic.
Um. Dogs. Dogs exist and we should celebrate that.
Books.
I tripped in front of a huge group of people today. None of them laughed so that could be a reason to celebrate.
Cookies. Friends. Family.
Yeah, that's all I got right now.
Hey. Tell your friends to read my poems. Please and thanks. :)
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Thoughts of a Ham Sandwich
PoesiaA collection of poems. If you're reading for the first time start at the end.