Under a lawless moon
the night’s heart thumps
to the beat of blackened
streets as a belly full of crows
in the oak trees thrash
their sleek wings against
the empty void in the night.
Under a lawless moon
the night’s heart thumps
to the beat of blackened
streets as a belly full of crows
in the oak trees thrash
their sleek wings against
the empty void in the night.
A bird-borne bellyache from a scofflaw sky-lit thief – no sleep for you. – mh