A Raptor
Lives in the area.
I watch her
Wide brown winged
Effortless
Still flight.
Flying slow and low
Over the burnt
Summer sun grass.
Suddenly she swoops
And seizes.
Embraces the sky,
Something black
And struggling
Her talons.
Suddenly from
Out of nowhere
A murder of ravens
Chase and harass
Her.
Until she drops
Her burden.
Rapid the robbers
Devour.
I speak with my prodigy.
What can this mean?
What can you foretell?
She stands silent
For several minutes.
All of your work
All of you efforts
Will be gobbled up
The rapacious ones.
Friday, December 23, 2011
The Raptor and the Ravens
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communism,
forest raven,
greek,
imagination,
prodigy,
raptor,
tasmania,
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