Luders Allen
March 2005
© Copyright 2005
Wings sprawled under the silver light.
A piece of flesh attached to the snout
Of the starling, hanging and floating.
The Gull’s tailgating the starling
By an inch of distance, and not willing
To settle its wings, after a long
And a hard time of hunt, for suddenly
Its hunt being attached without its
Consent to the Starling’s snout.
Between the earth and the sky,
An engagement of acrobatics,
And speeds scattered. Echoes pierced
The transparent walls. My heart felt with
Delight. And my eyes lost in the depth
Between the earth and the sky.
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