Lawless moon

by on June 26, 2014 :: 0 comments

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.

editors note:

A bird-borne bellyache from a scofflaw sky-lit thief – no sleep for you. – mh

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