Just A Few More Sips

just a few more sips of coffee left. will i go on and have a second? two mugs of espresso. that's a lot of coffee. crows. that's what i see from my windows. crows on roofs. that bird is around year round. it's not a particularly attractive bird. reminds me of death. edgar allen poe. his poem about the raven, the words which i cannot remember. an ominuous bird, infused with a sense of malice. this of course, is purely hypothetical.