Poem 20160420

pitch beak

you descend in rough spirals
alight on branches

sidewalk hopper
shadowing me
yourself a shadow

coal eye
watching me warily
as well you should

dead eater
oil feather

we share names
if not a mother
surely memories
of sky and nest

clever tool maker
i call you brother


National Poetry Month
NaPoWriMo Day 20

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