Avian Incoherence

The bird stood at the crossroads, waiting for the sun
The dawn brought vision and life
Succulent worms and grubs. He had patience
The bird was a feast to the hawk
He soared high as the dawn broke. That tiny bird
A broken neck
The energy transfer complete. The light still came
The body gone

Advertisements

Your breath is like the wind

Howling, howling, howling
the winds penetrate the thick silence
a knife to the ears
your breathing, so calm so calm so calm
the rise and fall of your chest
Restless, I watch
Yearning yearning yearning