Two ravens flying by in unison,
A third one close behind,
Uhm, they don't fly overhead of me.
Going West to East,
Obviously not stopping by again today.
Pretending not to see me,
they know i'm listening.
"Don't look, there's that girl again,
nothing she has to offer us,
we,ve got more important things to discuss."
I am not offended.
I laugh at their pretence.
One comes back again,
flying steady, overhead of me.
Talking softly now:
"came back to tell,
we love you."
Then in between the sound of wings,
"Great imagination girl,
maybe you're the one pretending :)"
(Black as the ravens. According to the radio, the universe is 95% darkness. All i know for sure, i am still shoveling the light, that white stuff.)