Colin awoke to find an unkindness of ravens filling the lawn,
and a single raven perched expectantly on the front porch.
It was Ray Lewis, a menacing look on his face.
He began to dance
(if dancing is what you want to call it).
He pointed to the sky.
Colin looked at them, confused.
“Shouldn’t you be in New Orleans about now?”
The ravens looked at each other.
Lewis spoke up, “Aren’t you Colin Kaepernick?”
“I’m Colin Powell.
Remember – George Bush?
Joint Chiefs of Staff?”
The ravens looked at him, their wings deflated.
They started to leave.
Lewis turned back,
“You wouldn’t know where we could find any weapons of mass destruction, would you?”