Three black birds

I'm sitting here trying to figure out what to do with today's prompt. It's not really inspiring me to do anything. That is kind of unfortunate and kind of how things tend to work for me. The one I had yesterday seemed to just gush forth, a story forming in my head as soon as I wrote it. Sometimes it's like that, I see a word or a sentence and BAM! I have an idea. Not so much today.

I thought of incorporating the 'three black birds' into a fan fic, but still inspiration has not struck. Ugh! I hate days like this but I can only assume that it happens to anyone who writes. I believe it is called writer's block. Oh well.

I guess I could write a poem, although I'm not really into poetry. I leave that for the really fancy writers, the ones that enjoy reading poetry and such. Not me though. More often than not it just goes over my head. Maybe I should try reading the dictionary again. I did that for a few weeks in high school. I stopped when it became obvious that the plot was going nowhere and the romance was dead in the water.

Well, April is poetry month. I guess I could try.

Three Black Birds
by K. Britton

Sitting on the fence watching the world go by
Dodging rocks from wicked school children
Aerial assaults by conniving cats
Granny comes by tossing bird seed and rat poison
Sees the black wings as angels of death and, well, she is slightly senile
Rainy days, cold nights, crisp afternoons, peaceful sunsets
Sitting on the fence watching the world go by

Ok, that's all I can do. Yeah I know, I'm not expecting a Pulitzer for this but it's fun and more like a free write than anything. Plus, I came up with it on the fly :) Daily prompt fulfilled.