Strange Day-- Cloudy, but not the usual flat-gray-blanket-cloudy; Bits-and-pieces cloudy, But just a handful of moments where the sun peaked through. One of those warm-and-cool-at-the-same-time days, A day that feels more like Wisconsin September Than California September. A crow flew behind the pines As I walked past the parking garage. No feathers were ever so black As these, so black Against the bright cloud That they could have been nothing at all. An impossible hole in the sky. I'm sure, now, as I think about it, That if it had not flown so fast I could have seen the bright points of the stars Gleaming far away behind those feathers.