Acoustic Shadows

The tremolo of mourning jays vibrates
 In bittersweet tracks when nightfall scans 
An almost dim backdrop, gripped
By low warbles from birds' paean
 Indistinct as dusty tunes--a whip, wallop
A whistle of drones becomes
 dangerous and still;
 Throaty on a lane of funeral's last rites:

The hazily drawn view turns ambient... 
it is another blasted evening
Moistening wail of eyes with monotone lull
that I hide my face 
from past autumnal romps
reminding me of chimes, soft cuddles 
pressed in heavenly light...I whisper
to a young silhouette  now cradled
By the starkest of blue stars...
Tunes stale, 
while jays moan on the horizon, until...

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