Omen

 Alone on a bench in a park, she sat, 

Staring at the couples on the picnic mats.

Children playing in the lawns,

She spotted a man all alone. 

Shook her head in a disapproving glance 

She should never have taken the chance. 

"One human? Ill omen",

She shrugged, flapping her wings, 

She flew away from the scene.

© Suranya