Ball of bone and feather in the dew,
I surprised you when I pushed the door
For first smoke of the day;
The glass air, cracked beneath your wing
As you hopped onto a wet fence to sing.
And I, without the least music,
Breathed poison against
the morning’s blue wall.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
Ball of bone and feather in the dew,
I surprised you when I pushed the door
For first smoke of the day;
The glass air, cracked beneath your wing
As you hopped onto a wet fence to sing.
And I, without the least music,
Breathed poison against
the morning’s blue wall.
