We headed out together, to run
Him; an hour, training at tempo
me, 45 relaxed; if I felt it…
Up to the highway in company;
jostling, chatting, planning.
Then he hit pace And turned right
Where the limo with the antler mount is parked
I followed, briefly entertaining the idea of trying to catch him
just to see what was in my legs, and his smile.
But a sudden caw-caw-phany
Stopped me in my tracks,
and on he flew away
on his own course.
Here, a murder of crows was talking insistently
in the trees above this sign.
Can you believe it?
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