Crow

Body like an oil slick,

it stands on the puddle asphalt

and

stares at me.

 

The cobalt beak

disappears

under feathers, a

dagger

to an itch.

 

It considers me

a moment longer

and takes wing,

headed for the

undisturbed lawns

of the cemetery.

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