Of butterflies and crows

Isn't that the title of the last post inverted? Mathematically, NO.

Butterflies are gone. I was right. I realize the most beautiful part of a relationship (for me) is at the beginning. The chase. The infatuation. But I can't take that immature mushy mushy talk. Does this mean I am not a one-woman man?

That stupid crows in front of my house are nothing but a nuisance. Wonder when will that baby crow grow? Waiting for that day to arrive. A good thing crows aren't as big as ostriches. Some smart guy once said the emus of Australia is capable of tearing open a live pig's stomach. Scary huh? That guy.