Thursday, March 29, 2007

A few ways of looking at a black bird

Two ravens just flew overheard, cawing all the way.

They swarmed a tree a street over, and then flew west into the storm.

I wonder if they noticed me noticing them?

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Things ain’t what they used to be

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