Wednesday, April 7, 2021

Prey ("Fib" style poem: 1-1-2-3-5-8 syllables)

shadow

sheers

plunges - reaches

so many holes

pick one  - white lightning fast

bolt below - beyond terrifying talons - dust rises sinks







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