2020-11-13 – Fade of Feathers

mother dove flirts me
from slumber
via song

then i tuck my head
beneath an old
cardinal’s
wing,

but i can’t catch my
breath or see
a thing,

save for the raspy
raven circling
chimney
stacks,

moon silvering
his matted
black,

as he fades into
smoggy haze,

lord, tell me how through
all this grey is blue
bird to find the
way back
to..

his
cage?

Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorm

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gif at – https://tenor.com/search/chimney-gifs

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