THE BIRD

The Bird is very personal for me - days before my father passed, I saw a raven sorta following me, on the streets of DC. When I stopped, it stopped.
When I walked, it flew. When I sat down, it landed on the lamppost next to me. As ravens are said to be harbingers of death, it made me think.
Then, after my father passed, and I returned home, this happened. I’ll let the comic tell the story.