“Caw.”
Something Else for Me
Graves.
We look at each one together.
They don’t matter to me.
What should I even feel when I look upon a stranger’s grave?
The raven keeps its beady eyes steady on me.
“Anything else you want to show me? This is my last stop. Doesn’t look like there’s anywhere to stay in this town.”
Soggy wet streams along my fur.
“Oh, come on. I know there’s something. Just one more thing to see.”
“Caw-Caw.”
Clenched fists that dig into the skin.
“Really. Just something.”
“CaAAaw!”
Furious feet that kick down below.
The raven got scared off and I looked like an idiot tripping over myself.