Police blotter at dawn

The horizon is a thin blue line of light and the crows are singing.

Uniforms line up for inspection—self-contained men and women contained within their specific units, adjusting their chin-straps and helmets.

The crows rub two sticks together, expecting fire.

Speculation can’t be avoided. We were the favorites to win.

Perhaps this is not the way to start or end a war.

Check out this article on reflecting pool