black crow

There’s a black crow
by my window
with a teardrop in her eye
when the wind blows
weeping willows
they seem to hang their heads and cry

from Resurrection Day  by Paul Thorn


Off to MK Theatre tonight to see Bill Bailey.  We bought the tickets over a year ago - just after I’d had my penultimate cancer scan.  Anniemay thinks it’s the most optimistic thing we’ve ever done.   I was feeling lucky.