Raptors Wait

A broken wing

in death’s chicane

Where pigeons fall

unending pain

 

A blinded flock

to circle down

As fangs await

both wolves and hounds

 

While far above

a falcon stalks

Vision prescient

it never balks

 

A broken wing

once clipped in fear

the raptors chase

—with canids near

 

(The New Room: October, 2023)

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