i couldn’t help but notice you have marvelous black wings
striking in the blast of green bursting with silk scarves and yellow corn.
your beak is like obsidian Vulcan
pecking at the sweet spoils of an early harvest
before a dog bites or a gun barks…. before God even knows you ’re there.
i sleep with one eye open.... not holy.
so i saw you coming.
landing in the twilight bounty of the land like a king of summer nights.
i’ve often found you ravenous and wise.