In those days
The crows called every day
At noon they sang

The weather was
Non-descript, no rain
And the sun never shone

People walked down streets
That lacked direction and
Purpose

Those where darker days

The days I sat in my apartment
Writing down meaningless
words for hours

And tried to ignore the
Dove that made its nest in the gutter
Outside my window

Where my cat lay
In my lap, untouched
Yet still purring

And where my pen
rolled out the window
Onto the passing heads
of the street below.