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Yellow gaze

calculating night gloom

swivels past musty tracks

old runs through straw

the hulks of winter harrows

homes in on scrabbles

takes to subzero air

feathered cloud

quiet as prayer

what do you sense

as now you settle?

leaving damp fur

rolled up with tiny claws

and clavicles

winged image

of our common theme

floating the backdrop

cloaked in elegant ruff

and coverts. Indifferent

to grief or innocence.

Present in this moonset

although I’m not your prey.

The Raven's Perch, 18 Feb. 2021

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