Friday, February 3, 2017

The Visit

A black bird watched me closely today
Shook rain that ran down its feathered back
He sounded as though he had something to say
But i couldn't understand
He didn't move from the berry bush
Even turned his head away from me
Knowing i meant no harm at all 
I thanked him for his visit... Then flew to the sky

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