The Bad Omen Poem by Perry Schwartz

As I stand in the cemetery on a gray day to bury my love of so many years it then begins to rain I think to myself as the casket is lowered into the ground that this could be only one thing a bad omen it's as if the grim reaper has made his presence known. Just as then a crow flys by and lands on a nearby headstone while the priest says the final prayer and everyone walks away with the expectation of me. A complete feeling of sadness comes over me I look back to see people throwing dirt onto the coffin then continue on my way an eerie sound was heard from afar. It indicates some unspeakable event to take place soon whatever it might be I can only hope that doesn't happen.