Fade of Feathers

mother dove flirts me
from slumber
in song

tuck my head
under wing,

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

except for raspy the
raven circling
chimney
stacks,

moon silvering
his matted
black,
as..

he fades into
haze,

now how through all
this grey’s blue
bird to find
a way

back to his
cage?

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

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