A Morning Walk

The sun only lights up
One small section
Of the sea;
A triangular shimmer
A segment
A reflection on rough waves –
Cold skin.
A crow swoops down,
It’s flight lightly lilted
By the morning wind, uncovering
Gaps in the thread-work of black wings;
Naked flesh against sleek,
Dark,
Ruffled,
Trampish,
Beaten
Feathers.


Laura Marie

Copyright: Laura Davis © 2017, all rights reserved. 

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