if you feel little
think upon the brave sparrow
fly and rise above
Ornithology
She glides into the night in silk feathered flight
Her quickening heart rises up to sky.
Reaching for the butter’d cup,
surrounded by the mossy muff
and with his ladle drinks it up
unraveling ribbony silken shreds
from her skin
it begins…
Wings spread, coasting down to snatch
with spoon-billed beak, the catch ,
ribboned silk all around, spirals descending
into the onyx sea.
To make seen the water’s rippling,
moonlit, upon obsidian wings
He brings her, featherless to the nest and dines on blood and thigh and breast
And in the currents of ocean, dark
he lifted a single thread from it’s stark,
a silken ribbon to weave
among the twigs and moss and bones,
his throne, a trophy case
a resting place
and her beak tossed among the downy pile
the aftermath of a hungry night.

He brings her, featherless to the nest and dines on blood and thigh and breast


A dash of pepper
Black flying birds like a dash of pepper in the twilight sky
Scatter down through the naked branches that winter disrobed
Ice glazed puddles, breath you can see…
The beauty and solitude shivers through me.
