O Crow
pecking at the carcass of the field, just so's you know, I'm watching you. I'm not dapper like you are, but my eyesight's good, and I'm stealthy. Don't ignore me just because I'm softly spoken. With all day at my disposal, I'm watching you. I might get my binoculars to see your sleekest detail. Don't say you haven't been told, I've got my eye on you. When you sit hump-backed in a tree, watching me, I'm watching you, and be warned, the dark at the back of my mind is darker than your sinister stare, your funereal coat, You are a corvid, but I am human, and humans laid waste to a planet. Know this: some might think you are bad, with your love of a corpse, but I'm fare worse, and I'm looking straight at you right now. Published in collection: The Ghostly Effect |