Feathered Nature


Unconsciously you leave yourself behind
between my grass in cocoa quills with bits
and remnants of digested meals and it’s
as if you’ve landed here, though disinclined.
Your cries like rusty hinges, how they grind,
like swollen doors against their frames in fits.
Directly after dark the racket quits,
the dawn will show your bodies’ print defined.
The day warms up and couples venture ’round
the river’s edge with two that swim offshore.
A shadow flicks, its falling weight is more,
submerging goose in talon’s grasp ’till drowned.
Her gander’s shrieking hisses underscore
unanswered calls that slice the night with sound.

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