something was off

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by zohappy

by zohappy

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. :)