Let a dog whine
or a cat cross my way
I move on unbothered,
but if milk spills on the floor
or glass breaks into pieces
or an unholy bird
finds a cozy seat
on my window sill
and keeps repeating
its wailful cri
I take it as a sign of disaster approaching
a tragedy about to fall
my inside gets all churned up
I can do nothing
do nothing, just wait.
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