Tuesday, 15 February 2011

The Pessimistic Crow

So I think this is the 50th post? Bloody hell it's only February.

It digs itself in to your back
claws firmly splayed apart
digging in deeper
when you try to stand up straight.

It squawks if your thoughts wander
reminding you
that it's always there 

It spreads it wings
casting you in shadow 
while solemnly turning its head
making sure there is nothing

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