You fly high
in the night
seeing nothing below
or above
but the absence
and abundance
of light
Ancient wing;
stroke of genius,
deliberate cruelty,
you preen each red feather,
particular to the
last breath
before flight
MChallis © 2015
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
You fly high
in the night
seeing nothing below
or above
but the absence
and abundance
of light
Ancient wing;
stroke of genius,
deliberate cruelty,
you preen each red feather,
particular to the
last breath
before flight
MChallis © 2015
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