I think it’s you (but it’s not)

I thought I saw you walking
to the bus stop but it was only
a raven. His croaks sounded nothing
like your footsteps (as they pound
down the hallway toward my bedroom)
his wings looked nothing like your
legs (running on the wrong side
of the road away from my house)
I think the one resemblance was the eyes

But that’s too easy
It’s just that I was thinking
of you and a raven flew by
(maybe it was a crow)