Rainy morning pitter-patter sounds like a distant sizzle.
Caws come from down the street.
Did they drag out a bloated rat -
a chubby, urban-fed beast unable to escape the flooding storm drains?
Or maybe rain and stillness have riled these rowdy ravens?
Silence.
A near bird shrieks...
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