DAILY The hawk, spiraling on thermals. Swoops in, black wings spread, Warning screes piercing somnolence. The rabbit, its own size, Object of desire- squeals terror, Song birds silenced, perch hostage in shadow. The day, drenched in its heat, The round light consuming slow hours, Stopped for a small death. The stillness disturbed long enough for Time to turn against the light Pausing Cicada’s thrum, and Summer’s headlong extravagance.
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