🐦⬛ The Omen 🪦
The Omen
Upon the wire, the raven stayed,
Through gutter wind — rain and cold air;
It marked — yet none could name nor know
What stirred beneath, nor whence below.
The Strike
Beneath the slabs where weeds have grown,
Home to the slugs and things unknown —
A livid flash — then —
Zap.
The Still
No wing was stirred, no breath, no stir —
The dark withdrew, and nothing more...
Still. No movement. Rat no more.
🐦⬛ The Omen 🪦 🎬
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