I think it’s you

but it’s not

I thought I saw you walkingto the bus stop but it was onlya raven. His croaks sounded nothinglike your footsteps (as they pounddown the hallway toward my bedroom)his wings looked nothing like yourlegs (running on the wrong sideof the road away from my house)I think the one resemblance was the eyes

But that’s too easyIt’s just that I was thinkingof you and a raven flew by(maybe it was a crow)