On silent wings
Through the night sky
A snowy fowl flies
Starts in with a dive
A small, unaware rodent
Innocently nibbling seeds
Sits on his haunches
A ruffle of feathers startles
But it is too soon, too late
Life is snatched in an instant
Yet also sustained
moment
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Posted by L.K. McIntosh at Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Labels: Poetry
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