In the morn I went outside to the see the tree. The bench I sat in the day before was gone. A new bench was placed closer to the tree, surrounded by grass.
I walked up to it, and sat down, admiring the rising sun and how the tree sparkles with spider webs covered in dew.
A black bird flew up to me, and perched on the arm rest. It was a raven.
"Hello," I said with a smile. It cocked it's head at me and crowed. "You're a very pretty raven." All it did was stare at me with a small black eye, then flew off to perch on a tree branch. "Goodbye, raven," with that I got up and walked back to the hazy house.
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