Jackets

Black birds on the line.

Hope they'll leave your jacket clean,

But they just watch you.

 

Okay, so my inspiration:

1) I saw the most beautiful ski jacket once, with a geometric design made up of entirely lines, and each line turned out to be an electrical wire covered with tiny silhouettes of crows.

2) Every time I walk home in the Fall, I dread the murder of crows that makes its evening migration through the skies. Let's say that more than once, I've come home to find unexpected...white...stuff on my jacket or bag.

3) I think I was toying with the idea of the birds flying free of the jacket.

The End

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