by makatkaGorey, Wexford, Ireland
Oct 2019 301 Views 0 comments
Birds
At dusk
the birds come alive
companions of loneliness.
I'm smiling
rays
the setting sun.
I put my forehead on
to the glass
seeking relief.
At dusk
car sound
louder
they stopped singing
birds
Just an eagle owl
is not afraid
the hustle and bustle.
At dusk
I shut up
in cocoon heat
woven
from spider thread.
suspended
between waking up and sleeping.
the birds come alive
companions of loneliness.
I'm smiling
rays
the setting sun.
I put my forehead on
to the glass
seeking relief.
At dusk
car sound
louder
they stopped singing
birds
Just an eagle owl
is not afraid
the hustle and bustle.
At dusk
I shut up
in cocoon heat
woven
from spider thread.
suspended
between waking up and sleeping.
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Posted: Oct 2019
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