outdoor solitude
invites the incursion,
just after
dawn, of one
dismal, haughty crow
who damns
from the dormer with her
strident proclamations,
disrupting
my nascent and
fragile meditation.
Savor your
idea of today
while you can,
goes her dread-
fully flip-yet-
incessant incantation,
for no man's
execution
ever goes to plan.
