Blood is thicker than wine, I hear.
I wouldn't know, I'm a bleeder.

A short one.

I'm dreaming of the girl of my dreams
and the girl of my dreams is you.

Crow

I woke up deaf this morning, the dogs at my side.
The future came early, without warning.

The world began to slide, the stone that forms the earth's foundation quaked,
but all around me silence except for one insistent crow's metallic call.

As the universe shook she was steady. Her shining black eye regarded me as an alien,
an unwelcome witness to her private world of silent ending.

"Are you Shiva?" I asked her
"Caw" she replied and then nothingness.