A Missive in the Sky
A black-bird frills
to chide a raucous cur
who minces words with shadows-
and phantoms in his fur.
Jet-trails raze the sky-line with
their missive in the clouds-
and the pink of slinking sunset
shrinks past its wispy shroud.
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Copyright 2016 lupus tenebrae
Published on Thursday, March 24, 2016. Filed under: "Poetry"