When it's two people, broken and teetering towards black on a scale from white to grey, conversations about nibbling birds and dying leaves is poetry too, I guess. Poetry. For lovers. //caption// Synonymous,perhaps. -Sanjana Kumar A single common myena is apparently bad omen. The colour of smouldering ash, with a white underbelly and beak, a starking yellow bearing the culpability of having stolen a nibble from every household trash. Two common myenas, in a pair, a good omen though. Apparently at least. Perhaps, it's the opportunity of a conversation when it's a pair.
