Archive for January 9, 2012

The crow

A funeral was passing by my window.
In the tree across the silent street,
a crow was watching with content.
Then, for a moment, his eyes met mine. Asking.
I felt it was suspecting my near end.
I shook my head, “It is not time,” I said. “Not yet.”
Screaming sadly, the bird flew up and went.

my small stone for January 9

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