So something weird happened yesterday. I binge-read through this entire blog (but that's not the weird part, just something that contributed). Where I live, we don't have crows, but there was a small bird, one of those that is everywhere but no one knows what they are actually called. So, it was just kind of hopping around, right near me, and I thought, "Hey, why not, lets recite one of my trashy poems that I wrote for english and see what happens, right? It's not a crow, but close enough." 1/2
2/2 It flew away after, and I just went around my day as I normally do.
Then, when I got home, I found this really weird rusty quarter just
sitting in the driveway? No clue how it got there, but I’ve decided to
keep it close. For reasons. Basically, do other birds appreciate poetry
as much as crows?
Nothing appreciates poetry as much as the crows. But small drab indescribable everywherebirds appreciate it a substantial amount, nonetheless.