You are the moon
shining on weeds
growing through cracks.
Two moon eyes stare
from your feathered face.
Calm yellow orbs
tied to nothing,
a beak for snapping
small bones.
My heart jumps
and vibrates as you alight,
aglow like a mirage,
swirling, sparkling.
All your fierce power
I listen to
all that comes.
Listen and watch,
absorb, remember, take note
all day all night
as the minutes tick
into the past.
Oh, pioneer of my soul
peering down
from such height.
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Shared at dVerse Poet’s Pub (Open Link Night).
