An odd question: obviously not
if you mean by it what I think you mean.
Crows calling through the morning fog.
Yesterday, walking in the rain, soaked through.
Last night I slept very little,
thinking of the wretched beasties,
honing my mental arithmetic
on the rings of Saturn,
craving a spoonful of honey.
What more can I say?
Odd? More like damnfool
the more I think about it.