Thursday, February 25, 2016

To Prey


Perched upon the precipice, putting it out...There
Toes of talons testing
Tensile strength
the weight of gravity’s grip
Knuckles fisted white feathers
circle around palms, swooping ling lines
under current, jet streams, screams
of circles
sees squarely, keen
seen belly dancing
BuTter-f-l-I-e-s
Flutter, stutter, mutter
pinned in air
frozen
tock-only
circles in the sand, out-lines
beat
        ArounD
the                  bush
Tracing the clock
You Are Here.




Composed 3/27/15.
Image By Justin Connaher (https://www.dvidshub.net/image/1695289) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.



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