I know of a mystic black bird who built a nest on my kitchen counter. I was away from my dusty apartment filled with clutter. Stick, reed and leaf it built this huge cosy nest. It saw value in a place I considered a mess. I know a mystic black bird that painted melodies on the chipped cracked walls of my ghost town apartment. Chirp, flap and flight it invited its loved ones into my once lonely space. I returned, I never cleared my kitchen counter, my days are now filled with joy and laughter.

~ Nekoye Ommeh.

Published by nekoyeommeh

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