walking the graveyard with a torch and a Sack I once went with only the clothes on my Back feeling full Force the weight of the Course I'm obliged to continue along the dark Track
Wrote this one in my head while walking home from work a few months ago.
I haven't counted the bluebirds going by, there can't have been more than a few, but I always chase them away. I'm afraid the raven doesn't see me yet.