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Omen

I dreamed of a big black bird

Hovering o’er the trees,

And when I woke, I wondered

If it had been an omen,

For long ago I’d heard

That a big black bird in dreams

Means one’s about to blunder–

Especially with a woman.

It’s true: I’d made a date

With a woman I’d just met

But I swear on my life

That it went against my heart,

And yet it’s not too late

To call it all off yet–

For I promised my late wife

That till death do us part.

–Photo by me

12 thoughts on “Omen”

      2. I suppose I could. My wife was very jealous (I’ve seen her give other women black eyes) and wouldn’t approve; I guess I’m not used to the idea.

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      3. That would indeed be a jealous bone. 🙂 But she might feel differently wherever she is–that you should at least have friends. 🙂

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