Stopped
by the crop-dusted rowan,
-the pulpit of Song Thrush,
of gossiping Starling-
The startling pew
of a tumbling hawk
made play for a way reimagined
Over the rising
leviathan ribs,
the sins
of a sea-pulled city,
diving, dividing
the room-cluttered skyline
peopled with liminal grey..
enrapt
by a raptor
captured
seized
freed