A little therapy...

I spent the night at work taking care of the things that I do. Early this morning the clouds settled in and covered everything in a fine drizzle that reminded me that it's not quite Summer yet. Cool and breezy, we have yet to experience the hot weather that is coming our way in the near future.

I do a lot of thinking when I work nights and it's a time when I like to put words to paper. A short story about the dingos or a poem that helps me remove my angst. I haven't written much lately so I thought I would try and see if anything would flow. I thought of my life and my home and where I stand in this maelstrom of crap we call life. I've had a recurring visitor to the yard who rather exemplifies my feeling of serenity when I'm at home with my family. I sit on the patio and watch this big boy drink at the fountain or take a bath while surveying all that is his. He's a beauty for sure and he knows it. This was what I choose to write last night.

Crow

Glistening black, ashine in the sun
authority rests in his caw.
Majestic and piercing, he stares from the limb
a breadcrust gripped tight in his claw.

Owning the yard, whats in his domain
all that lies under the wing.
He looks down his beak
at the dogs in the yard,
professing that he is the king.

Alone in this world, searching the sky
for a love who would never then part.
He lifts off to the wind
to continue his quest
crying out to consider his heart.