The Flying Sniper

It happened yesterday, and it happened today, too. In 25 years of my life, I have seen millions of crows around showcasing their flying skills, scavenging and stealing, caw-cawing enough to awaken the whole neighborhood, but never anointed with crow droppings right on my head. I guess I was wrong in my assumption.

It all happened yesterday morning, after a sumptuous breakfast, walking outside, watching the blue sky and feeling the morning breeze, just when I was about to cross the busy road, I felt this so-called something (shit or crow droppings...whatever you call it) land on my shoulder. Clearly annoyed by this new tattoo on my favorite shirt, looking up to catch hold of the culprit, I saw this naughty darn crow perched atop a 30-foot lamp-post, flaunting a mischievous smile, turning its rear end at me asking,"You want more?" Helpless is the only word that I can add here. Nevertheless, I crossed the road thinking there's always a first time for anything.

Worse...... ditto today, this time sparing my shoulder, it was my head that was the target for this nasty little sniper crow.... Same time, same place, was not sure if it was the same old menacing crow. Still in disbelief about the whole affair, I then realized that this lamppost was fixed on the pavement right next to the zebra-crossing. A surge of joy ran through my body for a second, well aware of the fact that I am not the only victim being sniped by this little barbarian, there could be possibly many unlucky victims around, just like me. Anyways, there's no way that I am going to allow this thug to score a hat trick on me..... Pray for tomorrow. You never know, there's always a third time for anything... Hmphhh!!!