Dusk
Mane stained
by the blood
from the days kill
lion begins to purr
as sunflowers rust
into a rose wind
Dark
A cigarette
sucks on a human
ignites their hair
smoke
plumes their pupils
drainpipes silver drool
stretches to the drains
as the moon
howls at the wolf
Dawn
Splits the seam
of the horizon
a candle bows
to light another
Sun whispers
a verse of violins
flight feathers
used as bows
These will potentially be the three sections that will make up a new book I’m going to start working on.
Shoals Of Starlings 