February

HIDING FROM THE HARRIERS

IMG-20160825-WA0014.jpgYou never catch them watching
Until you see them coming
On their wings is peppery smoke
Which sends your heart amok
They roast the end of your words
Until only ashes stay on the board
They are sneaky snipers
Robbing your moon of its blue light
With their beak they break your back
And wait till your ribs decay into dust
Keep your eyes on the window
They’re folks that look when none knows
Set your weapon in their direction
Would you be lost in their ruction?

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