Owl Pellets

Cutting the air

from darkness to the day.

Silent emperors.

Sun salutations,

bring gilt

to golden becoming.

 

The meekest subject,

hides in the narrows,

but omnipotence spots him,

and devises a justice,

dealt with a raptor’s claw.

 

All alone,

or all together.

Golden eyes see through deception.

The long, low roar

of the air gods

howling their approval.

 

Skulls and small bones.

Fur, and the indigestible.

Packed neatly

into the discard pile.

 

A carpet of carrion

proclaims the nest.

The holders of all dark wisdom.

Righteous,

as their word is kept

quiet as the night.

 

 

HG – 2020

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