“I told you not to go into the house,

that no good was going to come of it.

‘A surprise party,’ you said.

Did you find a host or guests?

No. You found a deserted house.

Some traps and bloody saws.

A fireplace with falling limbs.

Have you had enough?

Yes? I thought so.

Now find your way out.”

The black bird flew away

with a wide grin on its dark face.





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