Monday, September 15, 2008

Feral

Last night at dusk I heard eagles, obscured
in the cedars above me, their keening
less than grand, almost gentle, unexpected
from a bird so exalted, so predatory.

And again this morning from my bed,
the windows flung open, the air a cool nectar.

2 comments:

  1. the windows flung open, the air a cool nectar
    my cup of tea, T

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