There’s this one girl? She knows I’m me. Every day, she arrives sits waits, grins and recognizes and how was your day? Ruffled? Murderous? Ravenous? she jabs, the kinda sick joke I hate to love her for. Wanna peck her eyes out over.
Chase her from my cemetery, cheerfully, trap her soul with one swoop, show her who’s who, though she knows, yeah. She remembers me. Impressed with my grace and majesty. I am no urchin caw, one of those mangy rodents or lame-ass fucking deer, naw, she’s begging me to beg her.
I just stand and stare. And she hands over her lunch.
Bree
August 9, 2008 at 9:13 pmMy mother had a “pet” crow growing up named Poe the Crow. He would sit on her head.
megh
August 9, 2008 at 9:31 pmSounds about right 😉
ben
August 14, 2008 at 10:34 amLove it megh!
I caught “murderous” the first time through but didn’t catch the raven in “ravenous” until the second read.
Props.
megh
August 17, 2008 at 9:23 amI’ll pass along your praise to my crow friend. She’ll be delighted.