It’s the nature of ultimatums.If this, then thator if not this, then another thingdetermined by the issuer,nothing else after.Pondering this, I noticenow there is a crowon the rosebush outside my kitchen windowthat ordinarily hosts a circus of sparrows.The sparrows have been gone all year.I wonderif the crow issued an ultimatum.My way or the highway, stupid sparrows.Maybe I am meant to take this occupationas a sign. The crow prophesizes--this will not end well.
NaPoWriMo Day 20!
For Fireblossom’s prompt in the Imaginary Garden: CORVID AND SIT A WHILE