Shouldn't…but Do

No, Caesar – nor raven, nor bird of night – carry the omen of this day,  it is the tires.

Both bird and belted radial are black, and both voyage beyond and back.

Almost arrived, at 55 miles per, we heard the rock smack the wheel well hard. Unnoticed on arrival, the tire was pancake flat on departure.  A fast, sharp deflation, sidewall slashed through.

We were visiting the beautiful Lady of Note at the time.  Her consort, the Builder, changed the tire, complete with needed tutorial for future deflations.

Lo, Caesar – know this well – true friends help, hold and teach.

The court document arrived next day.  A fast, sharp deflation.

I toil now to make it right, to remember how to use the tools, the spare energy I pray I have on these occasions.

Oh Caesar – look not to the sky to foretell your destiny – but to the sharp obstacles in your path.