who
stares
deep
into
your soul
the
owl-eyed moon

snowy owls
lock their
vise-grip talons
choreograph
the
spiral death dance
to
reign
the
sky's of heaven
shall
wear the crown

the
neon lights
and
city skyline
etched
into
the
Memory of
The
journeyed soul

early morning light
blue-footed boobies
bob their heads
day and night
up and down
touch blue beaks
flap their wings
wiggle  and giggle around
from
side to side
we
feel the pride
we
honk our horns
thus
we
make a sound
and
the
world go round
through
the
sea of courtship
upon
the
Galápagos Islands
early morning light

angels
tippee toe
around
The
Cloulds of heaven
while
God rested
after
creating this world

felicity wind
red tail hawk
suspended mid-air
her
kite shadowed wings
reflected
across
the
mirrored lake of
Northwest Territories

death
is
the
eyes of Satan
that
consumes the light

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