To my friend: Cheryl Cook.
I was observing the Sky
when I saw the black rain...
Yes, the rain of black birds...
A group flew towards the left...
Another flew
towards the right...
They flew till their bodies were near,
the game was to fly downwards,
The birds flew upwards.
It was an extravagant struggle...
The sky was black,
the black birds were the sky.
The people did not stare,
because it is very common in Texas...
But for me it is an event extraordinary.
