It was around,well,a bit after 5:00 in the morning I reckon,as I watched you pecking eagerly those black road wires outside my home. I recollect a time when I used to love watching you, when I was younger , dancing around the fields just the three of you. Back then I believe you were still white-feathered before you told Apollo about his woman's affair. Back then I was not afraid of you the slightest.
But as the years surpassed me and I started feeling weak, my legs stopped holding me, my breath unwinded like the pendulum clock my grandma used to own, I would try and avoid your sight. Your gaze was too much overwhelming for my soul. I learnt about your omnivorous nature,the frivolous pecking techniques for owning whatever you wanted to get and I tired myself in searching for ways to get rid of you.
Now that I cross paths with you once more and I am certain I will again in the near future, I decide to linger. Your glossy black coats though treacherous to any untrained eye remind me of my first opinion about you. Come to think about it you still stand magnificent in your sturdy thin legs. I catch myself to savour all our past reminiscences;
Indeed I have missed you: the self-reassurance, the spontaneity of your will, the act of pecking like there are no consequences to fear about tomorrow's sunny day.
The sun is rising steadily now and you just fly away. Another hot day is on the verge of melting me again.
I secretly wish you'll pay me a visit again and roam the streets with me feeding me back your old stealth that I subconsciously stole those past years of mud and rain.
It's time to accept that you will always be an unbreakable part of my mind and put you in good use again, my little mistreated friends.
Goodnight for now
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