He comes at night
Waiting on me at midnight
Feather slick black
Sharp nails and beak
With dark eyes
Eyes so dark you wouldn't think nothing was there
Such a remarkable bird
His head sways from left to right
As he hops about
Not knowing why he is here
Or why so near
This bird follows me as I glare at him from a distance
He moves when I move
Pure silence
Does he have a message for me?
Perhaps not
We lock eyes and watch each other
Than he drifts off into the night
And I drift off into a slumber
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