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Last night, I was

awoken by a raven

that had flown in

through my open window,

and perched itself

atop my book-case.

***

“Who is there?” I cried.

“Let me give you what for!”

But t’wasn’t human that

answered.

***

Said the raven,

“Dinty Moore.”

***

Tell me, bird, I asked.

Are you an omen,

or divine?

Is this a message of

the future — of

 what I have in store?

But my plea it went

unanswered.

***

Said the raven,

“Dinty Moore.”

***

“Wait,” I said, as

suddenly I knew.

“Dinty Moore?

The beef-stew?”

***

“Is that why you bother me?

Is this what you tout?

Is that why you woke me?”

***

Said the raven,

“I’ll show myself out.”

***

part two

***

The next morning,

still in my kerchief &

night-gown, I sat with

a cup of coffee at

the breakfast nook

***

Lit a bowl,

and pondered my

passerine

pop-in crook

***

… And how,

despite the intrusion,

I suppose some beef-stew

did sound pretty good.

***

When suddenly,

there was a tapping at my

window.

***

It was another raven!

This one dressed smart —

***

In a pressed white shirt

with black tie taut.

On a card table was an

e-meter.

***

Said the raven,

“Would you like to see a thought?”

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