“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Monday, June 26, 2017
Seeled Nightjars
The more I grow
the smaller I feel
alluding to the numbers,
volume made us feel safer
en masses
more than a speck or sparrow
excommunication
was what was said
by those who asked
the owl
in stead of the tree
Who
watched us scatter
the wait in seeds
while he preyed.
Photo credit By Benjamint444 (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)], via Wikimedia Commons.
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