Monday 5 September 2011

The Change Is Unchanging

Ululating
black ribbons,
flesh and feather and bone,
ripple the sky twixt and around.

Rattling
copper backed
scarlet jowled rollers
in fear of shot hug the ground.

Flashing
red white smudged
tardy ebony arrows
pack their bellies, Africa bound.

I went to sleep
in Summertime,
I next awoke
to find Autumn crowned.

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