She hovered at top of pine
preening
propping herself up for cloak of night
to fall
dark with orange eye
of august angst
eye bore pinprick pupil
pecking at small movements
whisking below like blind bat
plasticing itself through gnatty sky
too shady to swoop
she folds her head
down over broad-winged shoulders
and strikes fear
through shuffle of feather
A contest entry
- Things With Wings II by JustWhoIAm.
600 points, ended October 3, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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propping yourself up at the top of a pine tree? Was kinda a hard image for me... to shady => too shady? strikes fear => hmm, part of the glory to me is that animals don't even get any warning to be fearful of? :)
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You know, Carol, Two is Zero population.
You write poetry like a Christian who
has yet to discover safe sex.
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Good luck in the contest
CR
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