Black Birds

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Black bird congregate

In my yard outside my window

And the frightening image of their judgement

Follows me wherever I go

I sometimes dream about them

These messengers from another dimension

Are they warning me about the future?

Are they visitors from my past?

They stare at me

Their black feathers and beady eyes

Staring and straining

Trying to communicate their message

And then they fly away in

A massive flurry of wings

And I ponder restlessly

Trying to discern the meaning

Of their daily visits

Sometimes I think I see a rip

In the fabric of reality

And I think that I am close

To unlocking the puzzle

But my visitors

Sit in silent judgement

Finding me wanting

And my inadequacy

Buries me in anxiety

But each day I wake in dread

As Black birds congregate

In my yard outside my window