I’m eating lunch. Sitting at a high top against a big wall of windows, street level. I am all about this fucking salad bar. And gawking out this window, because once it’s mixed properly, it all comes out the same color.
A crow flies by.
Lands at the edge of the curb. Claws around the corner.
Waits for the taxi that was already taking the turn, inches from this bird.
Looks upstreet, looks downstreet, jets across both lanes of main road.
I’m not anthropomorphizing shit, crows are fucking Smart. They know cars are dangerous. I wish my fucking dog would figure that out
Okay, to set the scene:
I’m eating lunch. Sitting at a high top against a big wall of windows, street level. I am all about this fucking salad bar. And gawking out this window, because once it’s mixed properly, it all comes out the same color.
A crow flies by.
Lands at the edge of the curb. Claws around the corner.
Waits for the taxi that was already taking the turn, inches from this bird.
Looks upstreet, looks downstreet, jets across both lanes of main road.
I’m not anthropomorphizing shit, crows are fucking Smart. They know cars are dangerous. I wish my fucking dog would figure that out