Sparrow

if you feel little
think upon the brave sparrow
fly and rise above

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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.

 

 

 

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.